performance poetry

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

Alone
Stuck in your own head, surrounded but alone….yes I know that feeling. Feels like your feet are stuck, drowning but it’s just you mind stuck around bad thoughts.
By Laura Jeans 4 years ago in Poets
Another Saturday Night
It’s a Saturday night... You been waitin’ all week... Just got paid on Friday... Waitin’ on a winnin’ streak... You planned your best side girl...
By Jeffrey Pipes Guice4 years ago in Poets
A-lley
As I walked down the nigh and narrow road Alone, admissible, adjacent All clocks, street lamps, paved walkways Approached me
By Moon Desert4 years ago in Poets
Purpose, Pt. 1
"PURPOSE PT. 1" Poem derived from my first completed journal, Black and Blue (2018-2019). Written May 23rd 2018. ~~~~~~~ My body is EXHAUSTED
By Alyssa "Lefty" P.4 years ago in Poets
I Repent
Turning away from my selfish ways I want to praise you in all of your days I see you wash me clean as snow Father, I ask you not to let me go
By Jacey Rennee Mitchell Booth4 years ago in Poets
Three Fun Poems to Cheer You Up
To be frank, it must be so confusing to be Frank. To Frank what it means to be Frank might be different from what it means to be frank
By Lucy Dan (she/her/她)4 years ago in Poets
Not Welcomed Anymore. Top Story - October 2023.
He came in like a thief in the night...
By Tiffany Gordon4 years ago in Poets
Giving Way to My Storms
Even the most idle And passive clouds Form and stack
By Anthony Cornatzer4 years ago in Poets
A collection of clerihews
The clerihew is a verse form invented by Edmund Clerihew Bentley (1875-1956). It consists of four short lines in rhymed couplets, with the first line always being the name of a person. What follows may or may not be true!
By John Welford4 years ago in Poets
Thousand Eyes #0007
#Poem0007 you are not you you are not your body you are not your mind the mind and body are tools that you use for this experience you must use this tool with love and protect it with wisdom for a better experience together we can end suffering go now play, dance and dream under the stars make your dreams come true
By Ruben Alejandro4 years ago in Poets
purpose
Will you scoff at the virtuous maiden Whose eye catches mine And she sees my purpose Dust speckled and brittle sunshine,
By Samuel Wu4 years ago in Poets
when in paris, think of me
To the American in Paris I’m sorry my letter will never reach you And perhaps it’s better this way That you never realize how
By Samuel Wu4 years ago in Poets