performance poetry

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

Finding Home
Home Something all of us long to find Each of us with our own version of home Whether it be a place, person or thing, we all take comfort in something
By Chloe Ernest4 years ago in Poets
The Voice of Home
— Mom, I’m home! Was it truly my voice? I never realise what I say when I come home. It’s not like it matters anyway.
By Calie Judy Brooks4 years ago in Poets
Emotional Disgrace
The writing prompt came - "What emotions do you find it hardest to accept within yourself?" Wanted to leave this question sitting on the shelf
By Amy Marley4 years ago in Poets
Home Ain't Here
In the sprawling Hills of Beverly, An Infinity pool the neighbors will envy, Cold marble floors and gold plated sinks, Success and happiness is what everyone thinks.
By Michael Lovelace4 years ago in Poets
Love letter #2
16SEP2021; 1436, THU Dear Cuzzo, If you can't tell from the envelope that I just completely butchered, this is most def a rough draft; and I sincerely apologize for that, as well as for my chicken scratch. I'm unquestionably out of practice and quite certainly rushing to drop this brief note in the box before the 1600 pick up.
By Nefarious Darrius4 years ago in Poets
In my skin
home is not a place but a person you say how can I feel at home if the one I love got away the infinite cycle a curse I've been hexed
By Anonymous Writer 3784 years ago in Poets
I Know That When I Go, It Will Feel Like Going Home
There's a turning point in life, A moment in time where the pendulum swings, Further than the opposite direction. All the familiar faces of your youth,
By Jessie Waddell4 years ago in Poets
SOS
There are vast fields of darkness laid before our feet. Shadows wandering down winding road maps to oblivion. The shadows create barriers that block golden rays of light from leading lost souls to righteousness.
By T.P Lee4 years ago in Poets
Home Over the Years. Top Story - September 2022.
In the blazing sun, sometimes my world looked like leather. Sewn together, my sandals protected me from the dirt’s teeth.
By K L4 years ago in Poets
Parents' Home
My Parents’ home is a place, which can’t be enough praised. Even if I have a bad dream, their love won’t make me scream.
By Simranjeet Kaur4 years ago in Poets
Tears of a broken heart
Compressed heart. Pain. Inner death way beyond emotions. Imagine hearing and feeling your heart cry ❤️‍🔥 Imagine being worthy but on the
By Diamond marshall4 years ago in Poets
Echoes of Silence
Keeping me under, the invisible chains that weigh me down. I’ve always wondered why I do this to myself. Why am I always keeping my self down. I’m keeping myself down. Is there nothing left but to drown? As I look up to see the surface ripple due to the crashing waves. The words echo as I feel like I begin to fade away.
By Michael Rubio 4 years ago in Poets