performance poetry

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

I am colorful
My skin is brown. Melanin indeed. But I am like a seed. When nourished and groomed. My flowers can bloom.
By Jenny Jen Jen5 years ago in Poets
LOVE
Love. A little large four-letter word. A large, large word that means so much more despite being so little. Yet the only type of love I ever seemed to recognize and acknowledge was the love between a man and woman. The romantic type of love. The Romeo-And-Juliet type of love. The fairy tale type of love. The cheesy novels type of love...
By Rinah Githaiga5 years ago in Poets
Water
Settling at the bottom of a glass, We can see right through it. We see a brown picture frame dangling from a rusty nail now as fragile as a tree branch
By DeMario Tatum5 years ago in Poets
Grey is Growing on me
Grey, what once was dull is growing on me with this new shade It catches my eyes and makes me think on it in a brand new way
By Andy Cheek5 years ago in Poets
The Smile
Today I broke Just for a while I couldn’t even Find my smile My trusty smile That’s always there I couldn’t find it
By Jen Willis5 years ago in Poets
battlefield
cubist-era machine guns of cobalt blues bombard my ears with clicking as my feet shuffle into the room with a sherbet shade of orange.
By the startist5 years ago in Poets
Uniquely Yours
I stretch towards you like sunflowers reaching for the bright yellow orb in the cerulean sky My love wraps around your torso and squeezes you tight against my sunburnt flesh
By Arielle Irvine5 years ago in Poets
“College”
Traveling across three states Grizzly Republic left behind Ahead, unsure of what awaits, On the road, but still confined.
By Charleen Richey5 years ago in Poets
Stand Up with Pride
I rage, I rage, I fall, I fight red hot with anger, I will make this right In a world full of hatred I dare to be a light
By MaKenzie Boyer5 years ago in Poets
I am Red
I am bloodshot eyes and tear stained cheeks, flushed skin and bitten lips. I am a cold-bitten nose and sun-kissed skin, raw and extreme in my duality.
By Mackenzie Lee5 years ago in Poets
I am Orange
I am the roaring fire that warms your hearth, embers floating from the back of my throat with every crackle of my voice. Feel the heat of my words, the way they prickle at your nape, the way they threaten to burn. I am not to be ignored.
By Mackenzie Lee5 years ago in Poets
I am Yellow
I am the corner of a smile, sticky with honey, tasting of wasted youth and warm dreams. I am unforgettable; once I reach your tastebuds, you will forever know my flavour.
By Mackenzie Lee5 years ago in Poets