performance poetry

Performance Poetry is poetry out loud; poems brought from the page to the stage.

Of what dreams may come
I can write of stories. I can write of glory. I can write of the meek or strong. I can write of woe or sorrow. I can write of a better tomorrow.
By KENNETH PEYTON4 years ago in Poets
Thinking Errors
I was told that my bipolar disorder was just a series of thinking errors. That I just needed to correct my thinking and all would be solved. All my ups and downs, all my moments of self induced emotional wreckage, would just miraculously dissolve if I just thought differently.
By KENNETH PEYTON4 years ago in Poets
The Doll I used to owe.
The doll I used to owe she was beautiful, I loved her so much and to everyone I used to show Long back ago , A doll I used to owe
By shireen naaz4 years ago in Poets
The calamity of the mountain.
In the base of the mountain, where pressure combined with heat, Where armies do not tread, the devastation of the fleet. A terror in the darkness where the fiery furnace tread,
By Jordan Zuniga4 years ago in Poets
Dreams do come true
Right now, I am so happy because I won the lottery I have won five million dollars "Come early tomorrow for your long-term raise", says my boss
By Ava Saint4 years ago in Poets
Ever truly present
And I must remember that words have power, And those first words are like a step, And a step can move us in any direction.
By thekarlamaemojares4 years ago in Poets
Eden
I was naked. I could still taste the sweet juice of the fruit on my parched lips. It was horrifying. I could feel the prying eyes leering at me, at my body, at… My face grew hot. I couldn’t look at her, she caused this but at the same time I’ve never felt this way… never thought this way.
By parchedsoup4 years ago in Poets
"I would not be anyone" written by Syeda Tamseel Fatima Hussain Poetry
I would not be anyone! I tried to talk to you I couldn’t, I cried in my heart Everything is getting hard.
By Syeda Tamseel Fatima4 years ago in Poets
Bermuda Triangle
I am a universe all my own. Cells join together to make castles of bone. Muscle & flesh, Blood & water, My own elements.
By Josey Pickering4 years ago in Poets
Rain clouds
Hot damn When it rains it pours I can feel the gratitude in my heart for the rain it teaches lessons when it pours It hurts sometimes
By Angelina F. Thomas4 years ago in Poets
The Blackened: The Ravenhead Scrolls #1
The blackened life, are sodden lives below forgetting rivers, They the miserable clay, and they the fallen eagles that once, heavenly flew—
By Octovo Libra 4 years ago in Poets
Drowning Of Man
Way down Way way down I said one day as I was going to town I would turn that frown upside down And on that day I got a flat tire
By Jason Ray Morton 4 years ago in Poets