performance poetry

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

The Talk of Shit
I'll take it from the cow, the steer but no bull. I'm full of it. A fool, shoving my shovel tool. I got MY spoon
By Seth Thomas4 years ago in Poets
Rejection
What is compatibility What does it mean for you and me Don’t you think that probably A really great couple we could be?
By Emily Dickerson4 years ago in Poets
"Ornamental"
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Xf5DZupaqo8&t=125s&ab_channel=ScottAlanSpiritualEssence [ ] "Ornamental" So crowded is our personal space The creche once stately is no longer its full village; just to walk by to see it apart at your feet is sacrilege.
By Jeffrey P Bailey4 years ago in Poets
The Story of Lu III
"I give you this gift: my memories wrapped in metaphors and love, mixed with the poetry I've written of our time together."
By Orion Prince4 years ago in Poets
The Story of Lu II
Six months after his "passing," I met a man. I was doing a text-based roleplay kind of thing. I was obsessed with the storytelling. He was too. We played. He fucked four of my characters. I told him he was a whore. He laughed and said he would never. I told him to prove it and he never really did.
By Orion Prince4 years ago in Poets
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what's more, despite the fact that I cherished him with my whole heart I actually needed to leave I actually need to disregard his calls when he was beseeching me to return
By june moon4 years ago in Poets
This will be my recovery
Yes I have been pushed around by many but I am not ready to surrender There really has been a lack of laughter My emotions have been locked away in a mini disaster
By Katarina Penfold4 years ago in Poets
From Outside the Box
Suddenly I am creeping outside your bedroom window The full moon has me thinking that I'm sorry while the wind blows I've never quite seen the improper use of a friend zone
By Mario Costa4 years ago in Poets
Bacon cooking in the background
What if we thought about each other at the same time accidentally * but ignored both of our easily located phone numbers published on the internet
By Joe Nasta | Seattle foodie poet4 years ago in Poets
A glass of water
Rethinking everything-- relationships, one job, another, one place, another. I washed all of my dishes and deep cleaned
By Joe Nasta | Seattle foodie poet4 years ago in Poets
Frying pan
Butter oil butter oil. I used to cook in butter Now I fry everything In oil, olive or canola. * The pan pops & smokes When I forget to add enough.
By Joe Nasta | Seattle foodie poet4 years ago in Poets
The Eyes Of A Mirror
I'm in and out of this world. I'm future, present and past. I'm going so fast, I don't even know where I'm at. No need for holding me back
By Seth Thomas4 years ago in Poets