performance poetry

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

Weird Things
My shirt dyed red Hair dyed pink Trousers are blue Does that make sense Ten gallon hat on my neck My hands are a grassland
By Arushi Sahu4 years ago in Poets
Nosy Stares....
I have got people around Got eyes peeking on me It's awkward And they make that a level higher They stare and stare
By Arushi Sahu4 years ago in Poets
Little Bits And Extras
!!! EXPLICIT CONTENT !!! Knowing Your Shit ~ Title by M."Stick" Farmer in 2006 Straight lines roll around twisted, frozen paths of boiling icicles and venomous love
By Seth Thomas4 years ago in Poets
The End
Hunting ends it all depends on what you shot to know how you feel, hot or cold, excited or bold maybe it's a feeling of gold
By Denise E Lindquist4 years ago in Poets
From King to Caught
i hear the horses again loud pounding never ending i know what i did they know what i did i can’t escape my fate but maybe i can
By Lucy Starr4 years ago in Poets
Open
when my mind lingers on and on, like a slow, comfortable drone tuning out, with pleasure. not coming back for a moment…or three.
By X4 years ago in Poets
Treasures of My Life
Image by Stefan Keller from Pixabay I found different dimensions here on earth. I call “dimension” everything that gives me a strong feeling, or a clear perception. My states of mind are like many dimensions — but also the places I physically visit represent a dimension — in which I find comfort, fun, joy, excitement, or fear, and worries. So, now that I know, I always try to choose my dimensions.
By Elena Cooper4 years ago in Poets
Rich Veins of Golden Inspiration
Just as a gold miner keeps chipping, And digging every day to find gold, So, we writers keep mining the mines, To find the literary gold in our minds.
By Warren Brown4 years ago in Poets
The Joy of Walking on the Writer's Way
As a child, he held the pencil nervously in his hand, Those tiny alphabets he needed to understand, To make sense of all those swirling lines,
By Warren Brown4 years ago in Poets
5 Short Poems To Kick Off the Weekend
Soul Passions You would think that if people found something that truely lit their soul on fire, they would sit and spend hours forging themselves in that fire.
By Maria Sanchez4 years ago in Poets
Writing to me is a lot like dancing
Writing to me is a lot like dancing. Every word is a note in the rhythm of my heart, when I am writing about something I love,
By Irina Patterson4 years ago in Poets
Monkeyitis
John is a monkey A big ol monkey is he Well sometimes a cute little monkey, do I see 🎶Oh, he went down to the river to get him some ba na na's 🎶and he would shiver
By Denise E Lindquist4 years ago in Poets