performance poetry

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

Grey/them (I'm Non-Binary)
Grey is the day For all I know is grey Grey in a good way, the most beautiful they Tightrope walked the line For years
By ZAH5 years ago in Poets
Wearing Blue Stones
She’s disappointed I don’t sit with her for breakfast, but how to explain to a child there’s a song caught in your throat, I do not know.
By AnneMarie Miles5 years ago in Poets
Kaleidoscope
Red is for the lives I help bring into this world in the operating room Yellow is for my sunny and pleasant personality that sends a warm welcome to those who may need a little light to shine through their grey clouds
By Ellessia Kinmon5 years ago in Poets
Deity by Design
Differential, I elevate, levitate. I subside and reside. Something you can’t shake. I’m here and here to stay, Flourishing.
By Amya Mitchell-Woods5 years ago in Poets
It Isn’t Punk to Seek Permission
It Isn’t Punk to Seek Permission* - An Introduction to Punk Poetry and its Influences I’ve been into punk since I was 15 and through this I discovered poets such as John Cooper Clarke, Attila the Stockbroker, and Joolz Denby. This eventually led me to write myself.
By Lauren M Foster5 years ago in Poets
Pride of Dance
Swish, I’m dancing Kilt is swinging I am colour flying Exhilarating heights of crimson red With pride I hold my head
By Lesley Raymond5 years ago in Poets
The introduction and perception of character.
A gentle tongue, softest speech, an outstretched hand to raise, An eye to glimpse shrewdly, a question of how to appraise?
By Jordan Zuniga5 years ago in Poets
On Living Brilliantly
StartThey asked for some words, What makes you YOUnique? In the language of art, colors; Now that's hard for many, They don't think this way.
By delirium ?5 years ago in Poets
Sarcoline & Emerald
Studiously, I hold up the mirror, Anamoured by what I see, Radiant defects Curiously never deflect Our transcendent truth.
By Mark Gibbons5 years ago in Poets
Ableton
I want it textured like youth, green and blue and inconsequential. Sequential grids lining empty scrolls, no governance.
By Michael Papst5 years ago in Poets
Color Less
I was painted baby blue Caged in soft cool colors, I learned to un feel the edges of my room fading into pale midnight. they say
By Steve Remo5 years ago in Poets
Sir Blubbernaut and the Bellower
Sir Blubbernaut and the Disaster There was once a young knight who rode far and wide; His name was Sir Blubbernaut and his horse was named Sky;
By Kelsey Lionetti5 years ago in Poets