performance poetry

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

Our Everest
This is a collaboration between Melissa Ingoldsby and Mike Singleton , from a concept that came from a chat, for Vocal Homecoming Challenge.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 4 years ago in Poets
On the Pier
I see no one I know. I push back the agony. Noises and faces, all meaningless in the crowd. Laughter and joy, with the extinction of longing,
By Black Drgn4 years ago in Poets
WINNING
One hula hoop they did share. Daily practiced without care. While one excelled right away, one struggled with a delay.
By Babs Iverson4 years ago in Poets
Outsider
Offer me palaces and fortresses Made of jade, emerald or just of black opal Give me business and opportunities To live like Bezos, become an tycoon global
By Maria Ostasevici 4 years ago in Poets
Far From Home
There’s a river far away As water crashes on rock, I hear it call my name I hope to throw another stone in the current someday
By William Boomer4 years ago in Poets
Gather Around
The sweet aromatic scent of traditional beef stew fills the room Gazing out my bedroom window A cool breeze touches the warmth of my face
By Tatenda Madivani4 years ago in Poets
The Bastard
Brother I'm sorry I can't be your keeper. If I were impenetrable, I’d pluck you from the reaper. Yet I have to withdraw from your dangerous plight. I'm stripping everything down just to find my inner light. While I feel your pain, the bastard's tune rings fresh in my head, just like you I wished the bastard were dead.
By Todd D Chastain4 years ago in Poets
A Musician's Life
You found it long before you even knew It nestled itself deep in you It sleeps where your soul resides It wakes when you open your eyes
By Abbey Streett4 years ago in Poets
The Inferno
The first beast the leopard of malice never forgives, soul full of callus hanging on at the end of the ridge with no time for solace. I’ve burned that bridge, I hoped to reach the heavens to see the borealis, but it was rigged and ridded of souls broken like twigs. The leopard stalks the ones he once loved there is no line he hasn’t crossed, no line he is above. The evil he plots blackens the wings of the doves turned to crows; their souls have been scarred with woe, but know crows are keepers of secrets… The truth is never fallacious unlike the leopard, the crows will put together the pieces he will have to say hello to the culmination of the antagonization it unleashes. Unable to hide it’s lies every aspect of the leopard will be anatomized.
By Christian4 years ago in Poets
The Wall
Home is anywhere I can recall, – Holding a space for me and a wall. I see the wall, the wall sees me. Now, if it had words, what might they be?
By Gee, Thanks4 years ago in Poets
Nature’s Love
Who I am today is a mirage that will be gone tomorrow. This experience is not my true home. This experience “I AM” is having is less than a split second in eternity.
By Carlton Totten 4 years ago in Poets
This is Genuine
Don't be afraid, this is genuine. Come after school to make noise and make boys mentioned. Pieces of your honorable mentions.
By Emily Paul 4 years ago in Poets