performance poetry

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

Home is where I can’t be
Where’s home? Home to some people could be their sanctuary, their safe place. Home is where you can go and take your mask off; not the one protecting you from Covid, but the one protecting you from the world. To some people home is the road, where the scenery and the people you meet warms you enough to feel at home, at one with nature. To other's, maybe it’s their kids, their families, their house. Where a home without them is no home & every time you are with them, you feel complete. I just can’t relate. Home to me is where I can’t be. Home to me is where I go in my dreams. This world could never house my home because it was never my place to be. My home is what we can’t see, only feel because we are separated through a veil. Home is that place we read about but don’t believe in. Home is what I crave, but can’t be enjoyed because I’m sick. Home is where my soul resides because my heart only pumps to keep me away from home. Home is where I’ll go, when I finally wake up. Home to me means everything because it is everything I’ve been working towards. Home is my peace of mind, when I know my consciousness continues after death and that is when I’ll be reunited with my home. So home to me is where I can’t go, I can only visit in my dreams. Home to me, means finally waking up.
By Solibeth Nunez4 years ago in Poets
livsång
I can hear a song playing low. Where it’s coming from I don’t know. Wandering through ‘till I stumbled on love. That small song turned into a hum.
By M. Johnson4 years ago in Poets
The Love We Share
As bees seize pollen for fertile flowers Their honey feeds further generations Just as one relationship never sours Such mutual care is our foundation
By Tyler P. Mischley4 years ago in Poets
Home
Home to me is strong, creativity , unconditional. It’s light on your darkest day, it’s peace during a stressful week. It’s a quiet night when loud thoughts are racing in your mind. It’s being surrounded by love when all you feel is hurt. It’s calmness when you can’t fight the storm. It’s believing when all you feel is doubt. Home is the structure of a solid foundation. Home is your family, your friends, lifting you up when you are down.Home is life and living it to the fullest no matter how tough the world may seem. Home is greatness, standing tall. Home is here.
By Jacqueline Smith4 years ago in Poets
I'm Home
I'm home. It's a feeling in my chest, an expansion, a reaction to the familiar. I'm home. Even though I didn't spend much time here, the city somehow took a part of my soul.
By Sara Studerus4 years ago in Poets
Detroit Pride
I was raised in the outskirts of Detroit, MI but my area code was 313. Lincoln Park, but we called it Lp & when we’re outta state we rep the D.
By Timothy Abercrombie4 years ago in Poets
BLACK TEARS
Bright, almost sunrise Dark caliginous night Live your last breath Your tears are as black as mine A harrowing life is no more
By ADRIAN PIEDRA MARTINEZ4 years ago in Poets
The Kitchen
Oh, I was once a young lad from back east; Who had a hard time baking with yeast. But as much I tried, Even when doe'y-eyed,
By Graham Cooke4 years ago in Poets
Inevitable
Three Limericks together must make for both poetry and story, don't they? Well, please enjoy anyway. Oh, a light is on in the kitchen;
By Graham Cooke4 years ago in Poets
Poker Face
Black lacquer buttons provide the frame, round voids holding infinity; triangulated curves form the centermark with precision,
By Hannah Alexander4 years ago in Poets
7214
Seven friendly sounds, a wonderfully stereotypical barnyard cacophony donkey bray rooster crow
By Erica Psaltis4 years ago in Poets
Sunday Symphony
There’s a magical little world Hidden in the pockets of silence The quiet moments when you first open your eyes Beginning breathes greeting you with warmth
By Melanie Costello4 years ago in Poets