performance poetry

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

Friction of a Large Breadth
The suspicion was gradual. Denial is systematic. The virago tried to diminish me. The attention she gave me was minuscule,
By Samantha Corral4 years ago in Poets
Your Name Is Here
Your Name Is Here I thought I would try to write a poem using every letter of the standard United Kingdom alphabet , which would mean every letter of your name appears in it. Yes it is slightly contrived but a fun thing to do , and hope everyone tries to catch me out.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 4 years ago in Poets
Ice Water
I venture to a coastal town to escape the desolate rain I find my former seaside haven, now, inexplicably, an icy plane
By Isabel Keleti4 years ago in Poets
Even Stars Have to Fall
I wrote this quite some time ago when I was still learning the guitar. I think that the lyrics can stand on their own, but I need to seriously consider how to sing them (even included the keys I heard it in):
By Kendall Defoe 4 years ago in Poets
Life is a bitch -- my darling
Life is a bitch But make that two, My Darling, Because I’m too! And the two of us stand strong! . . . So, take that purple thong
By Irina Patterson4 years ago in Poets
When Kids Are Looking Up to You
You can notice their eagerness to know more Know more about the world The world that they are opening up to There are bad moments
By Sharing Randomly4 years ago in Poets
“Wasting time” in things you love
These couple of months A real eye-opener I started to worry and stress out What do I have to do? Free time on my hands,
By Sharing Randomly4 years ago in Poets
I wish we dance again -- my hand is in your hand
I wish we dance again, my hand is in your hand. The simple pleasure of being present, accepting every motion as a gift
By Irina Patterson4 years ago in Poets
Wandering Desires
These days wandering in the whirlpool of desire Where will these fleeing days stop? In the darkness of the setting night Days in search of the sun of peace
By NF4 years ago in Poets
No Calling For a Short Period
i love living in ignorance. it’s when i’m most happiest. that phrase ignorance is bliss is true. i hate knowing things
By Alaiysha Waters4 years ago in Poets
Mistletoe
You said no Under the mistletoe, And I felt myself break Like ornaments hitting the floor. I feel so Numb as I watch you go,
By Ricky Blue4 years ago in Poets
Grávölvan
In faith and fable forego disbelief, For what I fancy fortune found to be. And fate, though fickle, favors those brave few
By Jo Carroll4 years ago in Poets