performance poetry

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

p.s. it’s me
There once was a girl who liked a boy who liked someone else. There once was a girl who trusted a boy who only told lies.
By Alexis Madeline4 years ago in Poets
Every Night — A Billion Kisses Go Unclaimed
What is the solution Irina Patterson Irina Patterson Jan 13 · 1 min read image credit Every night, a billion kisses go unclaimed.
By Irina Patterson4 years ago in Poets
Remember Me
Will you remember me dancing alone? Or will you forget all that you’ve known? Raindrops are falling on where we stood
By Britt Blomster 4 years ago in Poets
Year of the No!
When the faint red line first appeared on my positive lateral flow test on the 27th December I let out a long sigh and then laughed.
By LilyRose4 years ago in Poets
The Empress
The Empress She sits upon her throne Surveying all under her domain She is one whom advises Her counsel is often sought
By Josephine Mason4 years ago in Poets
Like A Sweepstakes
For the last three years, I've been rebuilding my life. I've had to start over in ways I didn't have the confidence to think I can do it alone. My heart was crushed and my definition of love distorted, I didn't think that my 'tower moment' in life would help me build a [new] beginning.
By The Vivid Dreamer4 years ago in Poets
Can I be
Finding it harder and harder just to breathe again Flustered feelings breaking me down my friend Regrets weighted and chances maimed
By Miss Riddle4 years ago in Poets
Zombie Sonnet
Undead, the hand that grasps the throat in rage, As stumbleth he, who hungers for his prey: He walks as slow as death that comes with age;
By Scott A. Vancil4 years ago in Poets
She is everywhere
She sits inside my eyelids as I sleep, pulling me between nightmares and the ceiling at 4am. I search the early morning shadows
By Daisy Shepherd-Cross4 years ago in Poets
Programmed To Be Human
I have a walking shadow of a life. This is my hour upon the stage. But don’t show me the edge of the knife, Or I’ll be written off the page.
By Casper Tunes4 years ago in Poets
Body
Don't transport messages of fear! Because I am ready, and my wants do leer. And if I blunder, allow me to roam. For I will be decided
By Samantha Corral4 years ago in Poets
home
Home is where the heart is our body is the first home we have ever had We are forced to love it we are forced to grow in to it
By alsod 4 years ago in Poets