performance poetry

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

Mostly Drag
After the slow adult birth from a plastic bag, the video installations – including your own – an awkward dance, the leather and gin sofas,
By Andy Melhuish5 years ago in Poets
Barfly Bliss
Glittering silver shorts hugging tight making her mojo sway with a feisty intent. - Eyes waltzing, throats drowning, booze magnifying cabooses.
By Bazooka Teaches5 years ago in Poets
"Stay" "Entre-Act" "Stop Turning"
I "Stay" an old Old Fashioned now just a peel now-marble ice and sweaty glassed sits lonely as the lounge singer’s shimmer leaves the grand
By Kyle Major5 years ago in Poets
Secrets
I have got a secret Or maybe even two Something special I won't tell No, not even to you It nestles in between my ribs Like snakes among the grass
By Corwynna5 years ago in Poets
Dancing Across the Keys
My fingers tick away at the keys You listen to each note "Play a rhythm. Just two notes. G and C. With your left hand." I do as you say
By Alice Persephone Luna 5 years ago in Poets
The watcher
Another cycle, another day, the world turns and she sighs. Waiting for Wisdom to speak to her. She turns and looks toward the the growing abyss. The light has saved her but the world still hates her. She smiles and she cries, because she knows that wisdom never dies. The watcher, watches, but the sword cuts deep. What is it that humanity seeks? A redeemer comes through each cycle. A word, a whisper, a kiss. Yet, it does not last.
By Jillian A. Weiss5 years ago in Poets
Cry Over Spilled Milk
It was a cold shoulder night and I had a bone to pick; But, of course, I boringly cooled my heels. Burning inside like an eel
By Bazooka Teaches5 years ago in Poets
Backpacking Han Solo
He wandered the slopes of the Sierras He jumped out of helicopters to ski the snow powdered slopes of the Canadian Rockies
By Sarah Jane5 years ago in Poets
Worthwhile
I’m walking down the street where the sun is merely free and muddy puddles are always spraying me And the shops, their windows have my dreams
By Bazooka Teaches5 years ago in Poets
Glass Tower
Ice-encased Hudson Yards lights fade to the distance — a hard-fought way in a bitter city, become battles frozen in time
By Isabel Keleti5 years ago in Poets
A Promise
Vibrant storefronts circle us like seasons, while your memories live in other places, other times. What is it like, a life
By Isabel Keleti5 years ago in Poets
Bridge
When I miss you, I think of Brooklyn Bridge. There, our glories lived along the water’s edge, where Walt Whitman wrote of thousands before us
By Isabel Keleti5 years ago in Poets