performance poetry

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

Coffee with Hades
She sits at the table sipping her coffee, Periodically checking the time. Impatiently she taps her foot, Her drink nearly finished now.
By Stephanie Featherstone4 years ago in Poets
The Knotted Tree
Three on their way to Reverie did pass an old and knotted tree, its branches bare in twisted forms, the sole survivor of violent storms.
By Richard J. Phillips4 years ago in Poets
LAUGHING AT MYSELF
I call you by the dog’s name and must smile, Because so many times you behave stubbornly, Or ignore me like you do not hear me when I am talking to you.
By Gail Allyson King4 years ago in Poets
Swing night on the dance floor.
Step in, swing and sway, step out, Go in, dance and say, "On this night out!" The polished wooden floors a clapping, With the sound of steps a going!
By Jordan Zuniga4 years ago in Poets
Ulysses revisited
13 Nausicaa Sandymount strand with the child in hand A cold wind mocking at 8 O’ Clock Wretched stained shirt Tuck it in
By Daniel Ohanlon4 years ago in Poets
Ulysses revisited
Feast of Brawn Inspired By Sebastian, Tuesday Nights and Ullysses, By Daniel Storm 3/27/2018 12 Sebastian divorces Academia from the Universe City with one eye firmly opened
By Daniel Ohanlon4 years ago in Poets
Wishes On Moonbeams
Every night I seek out the Moon And in the Moon, I search for your face. A face I once knew better than my own. My heart will never forget,
By Danielle Elizabeth Andrews4 years ago in Poets
My Ravaged Heart
Swaying, My heart splaying, Memories of us heavily weighing; Of summer days, endlessly playing. Now we're ever breaking
By Danielle Elizabeth Andrews4 years ago in Poets
Schrödinger's Family
I was in these photos. We all were at one time. I look upon the faces of family and see strangers. Images of people I thought I knew but about whom I have come to learn difficult truths. What I thought I had lived as reality in these snapshots was a façade. We were Schrödinger's family. A blending whose senior members performed a carefully crafted, elaborate charade of words and postures meant to signify ties for the sake of one man who believed us to be united.
By Angelica Farraro4 years ago in Poets
She Built Her Fortress Without Doors And Reinforced It With Steel And Tears
She wandered through life, learning as she goes But it didn’t take long for her to learn to protect, The world is not a fair place, or especially kind
By Colleen Millsteed 4 years ago in Poets
Epiphenomenal
Wake to fear, wake to bleed, wake to see and wake to hear Sleep to lie, sleep to feel, sleep to heal and sleep to hide
By Tanner Peiffer4 years ago in Poets
The Valley of Death
The valley of death is not bereft of expertness or skill Breathless are the lungs of those who leapt in for the kill And buried in the tombs with them-
By Tanner Peiffer4 years ago in Poets