performance poetry

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

SWEET INTIMACY
There’s something sweet about (ME)… My humanness, My otherworldly eyes, And big brown-thighed beingness. The way my feet turn out when I walk,
By Zalayshia Imintuit4 years ago in Poets
Home:
I forgot. I forgot what it felt like to hear you are welcome in this space. Come on in. I forgot the colour of a landscape without pain,
By Valerie K4 years ago in Poets
Life
Can you reminisce about the days where you played tag with your friends? Moments when you laughed so hard you couldn't breathe?
By Yuri Kenan4 years ago in Poets
Faces
H- Humiliation O-Opression M-Manipulation E- Emanicipation In relation to this topic, I've paid thousands to a therapist to
By Danielle Campbell4 years ago in Poets
Justice for ALL
She walks with her head held high Well slightly A shame that this one must die So frightening A challenge just to wear her skin
By Natalie Maileoi4 years ago in Poets
WORTH IT
Knew I had a purpose Felt a little nervous Fought all them battles And yeah It was worth It Ran slow like a tortoise
By Haychie_Artist4 years ago in Poets
Sanctuary
Sanctuary By: Dey Burnley Where is your sanctuary? Mine is over there beyond those trees. Deep into the forest. Can you sense it?
By Dey Burnley4 years ago in Poets
Home
Sitting in the halls of kings and queens that’s home to me Cradled in the clutches of lady liberty I hear all your theories, but it’s relativity
By Dantise Brown4 years ago in Poets
Reminiscing
Reminiscing By: Mary E Burnley Coffee is brewing in the kitchen, my arms are out to you reaching; have the best blueberry muffins on the plate.
By Elaine B4 years ago in Poets
My Sanctuary
The fragrance of peony and lavender surround me, as I walk through my secret little garden at night..... I wake up in the morning to the sounds of earth singing with my trees that shadow over my window seals .... I see the crack in the tree with a very bright abundance of life shine through .... The mother bird has fed her young, as I smile with a new day has begun.... my windows surround my haven.... I love that I feel outside within my safe zone... My entire world is here exactly how I dreamt of it to be one day as a young girl, when I had only thoughts of pictures, scents and visions...
By Andriana Vega 4 years ago in Poets
What is Home?
Maybe home is just a place to hang your coat While you down a beer and cry in the bathtub Is home what you make of it? Is home where the heart is?
By Raine Sillito4 years ago in Poets
Homophonia
this is not a performance poem this is not what i call home but i’m steppin’ out of my comfort zone
By michael george hunter4 years ago in Poets