performance poetry

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

Ballad of the Bayou
The tale began 20 years ago, Slowly weaving its way through time. The birth of someone of inconsequence Led to unspeakable crime.
By Julie Lacksonen4 years ago in Poets
Writers Blues
And yet, I write? Tell Me A Story and keep me entertained, you won't be sorry as it drives you insane. Do your best work and it'll all matter,
By Jason Ray Morton 4 years ago in Poets
~I Don't Mean To Love You!~
~ I don’t mean to love you ~ Verse 1... I don’t mean to love you I don’t mean to care I don’t mean to love you But I do
By Jennifer Cooley4 years ago in Poets
Our Nation Shall Rise
Our Nation is divided For so far it is blighted With our differences so stark Pure motives are too dark We fail to reach a consensus
By Anna cruz4 years ago in Poets
The Halloween Beast
Underneath the bed of leaves Awakens a fearsome beast, Looking for his Halloween feast. Stalking along the shadowed streets
By Britt Blomster 4 years ago in Poets
Tale of Belinda Boo
Belinda Boo, made us have to move Every time this spryly spirit threw a fit, something moved The curtains flew open,
By Saroyan Coles4 years ago in Poets
Have A Nice Trip
I'm gonna drop it like this to my little sis: See you later, Keri! Where's my hug and my kiss? Me and Kris are gonna miss you and we want you to know
By Seth Thomas4 years ago in Poets
Let Go of the World
The last drip of my mortality bled onto the concrete I said goodbye to the life that bound my feet Lost between monstrous lies so discreet
By The Girl in Grey4 years ago in Poets
Our People
Your privilege has a way of dismissing the scars on our melanin skin The scars YOU placed within And somewhere in your demented minds the power you extend
By Safiyah Givens4 years ago in Poets
Latum Alterum
i hear your voice but it’s distant you and the others got through and i’m glad i’m not sure how far behind i am but i’ll get there
By Noah Douglas4 years ago in Poets
A Halloween Fable, October 31. Top Story - October 2021.
The dead trees on both sides of this macabre road line up like bony corpses with contorted arms. We recoil in horror. The bruised leaves dangle from their branches like limp fingers. The air smells of our decomposing dreams.
By Irina Patterson4 years ago in Poets
Fake Sky
Fake sky I’m tuning in to drop out. I’m just trying to figure how. My tv keeps calling me. The radio has a white noise screen. I just tried to put an unlit cigarette out. The channel on my phone is jumping around. Did that cat just laugh at me.
By Cranial Origami4 years ago in Poets