performance poetry

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

Twisted
You and I are twisted, you know But not in a bad way, you said * Twisted in a way that those who move down the straight line of life
By Wm Kucera 4 years ago in Poets
PHONE TAP
Random messages from random individuals Can have you thinking random thoughts Is my phone tap, accounts hacked or just WTF
By Eddie Heath4 years ago in Poets
Ditching Mary Jo
Mary Jo likes young men. This time she brought me along. I watch her as buff young bodies buy her dirty named drinks such as Blow Jobs.
By Heather Cumbo4 years ago in Poets
A Little Boy Speaking His Mind
He wakes up Begins to stretch Off he goes He immediately starts looking Looking for everyone Greetings start to flow
By Sharing Randomly4 years ago in Poets
overthinking
I keep thinking about whether deepdown something isn't quite right about me perhaps in my mind I have a free screw or possibly two
By jasm4 years ago in Poets
Eat it from the floor
According to the myth, Food is okay to eat, If it falls on the floor, And is lifted up in five seconds. Would you risk eating,
By Warren Brown4 years ago in Poets
High School Friends
I think Joan and I met in about the forth or fifth grade when I was really just new in town then.
By Denise E Lindquist4 years ago in Poets
HOW TO WRITE A POEM
1) Slowly and mindlessly deconstruct your life in the most damaging way possible for you and those around you 2) Rip open your chest and turn yourself inside out relentlessly, until you become a walking wound overthinking every decision you've ever made, or not made
By Kate McGovern4 years ago in Poets
Gimme Five!!!!!
This year is coming to an end, The worst is over now. The best is still to come, Gimme Five!!!!! A new day is dawning.
By Warren Brown4 years ago in Poets
Now is the time to start loving yourself
Now is the time to start loving yourself. It’s not selfish; it’s important. YOU must first love yourself before anybody else can love you.
By Irina Patterson4 years ago in Poets
The Olympic Sport of Masking
You see, it was his fear of sharing and intimacy, That got him into this dreaded mess, Masked by way of obfuscation, I didn’t live there, have that experience,
By Grz Colm4 years ago in Poets
Flounder
Physically idle, but inside, mentally chaotic! To the outside, quiet and aloof, Floundering here and there. Sometimes, dragging oneself, around and around,
By Grz Colm4 years ago in Poets