performance poetry

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

Chanukah Yule Christmas
I hear about Good Will To All Men (what about Women) at Christmas, and feel that every day we should give Good Will to All, Humans and Animals, every day. This is a free-form point based on a positive statement for every statement of every Festival.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 4 years ago in Poets
The inevitable detour
At the intersection of youth, there used to be a path looming and calling me. My mother stopped me: "That way is impossible."
By Armstrong Wendy4 years ago in Poets
School Life
School is a necessity for me It is a daily routine For me and my friends We wake up early in the morning To get ready for the school
By Will4 years ago in Poets
An Argument Over Coffee
The insights alone will talk in tales also, muffle the commotion on the created tables what's more, you, I address you, as I hammer my clenched hand against the maple,
By Ranju rana4 years ago in Poets
Procrastination
I sit and I feel my heartbeat in my throat. I put it off again, that thing riding my coat. It is burdensome and annoying,
By PJack4 years ago in Poets
BUSY
My mind weighs down my body, my body stays busy to run from what my mind has to say; autopilot keeps me surviving not thriving.
By Ash4 years ago in Poets
Monster
Monster Lyric Sheet Theres a monster in me It follows me around Theres a monster in me Its always there to be found
By Rabbit 4 years ago in Poets
Fallacy Kingdom
Your built your kingdom on lies, a craft paper facade. You cut out shapes and broken hearts and pasted them together in a castle of deception.
By Josey Pickering4 years ago in Poets
No Thoughts, Head Empty
I was told poems don't have to rhyme, that there are no rules. Tell that to someone who's always thoroughly organized.
By Khadijah Clemente4 years ago in Poets
Incandescent
My hips sway to a hypnotic beat. I lead you onto the floor with the crook of a finger. The sparkle in my eye promises ecstasy.
By Danielle Elizabeth Andrews4 years ago in Poets
Pacified Paranoia
Understand lost its meaning when humans learned it could pacify those who begged for it in the first place. I wish I could scream in the face
By Josey Pickering4 years ago in Poets
Spectrum Picasso
I unzip my skull to peel apart the puzzle pieces of my brain. I push the pieces back together in spaces where they don't quite fit.
By Josey Pickering4 years ago in Poets