performance poetry

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

Lunacy
Son: What is a new year, Mom? Mom: It is a beginning of a solar year … a fresh cycle of earth around the sun. Son: Why do we not measure time according to the moon?
By Heena Khan5 years ago in Poets
The Gypsy
Gather 'round and I'll tell you a tale 'bout a young slave girl slender and frail . When traders came to her village, driving broad wagons across the town bridge ,
By Bele Royce 5 years ago in Poets
Love>fear
I'm often confused for hate especially when it comes to violent crimes I paralyze your body when I take over you mind To survive it's love i need to steel
By Nicolas Moore5 years ago in Poets
This Isn't Where I Started
This isn't where I started But it's where I am meant to be I'm not sad here or ever And I am always free I couldn’t tell you how
By Sasha Nichols5 years ago in Poets
Dirty Little Secrets
Dancing through the cobwebs The strings and strands of lies . I have my share of secrets Just adding to my disguise .
By Sasha Nichols5 years ago in Poets
Imperfection
My voice feels like it‘s trapped in silence, like I’m fighting a storm that I’m trapped within. All the voices around, Speaking out loud,
By Risa Luthor5 years ago in Poets
The Planner and I
I love planners. Always have. They represent a life filled with adventures, appointments, travels, people to meet, things to do and successes to celebrate.
By Annette Medley5 years ago in Poets
Right Cross From Hell
Standing up to my enemies Pointy are my horns Expert combo package deliverer Killing with a smile - When they go away
By Bazooka Teaches5 years ago in Poets
Kibana ooh na-na — A Havana Parody
Original: Havana, ooh na-na (ayy) Half of my heart is in Havana, ooh na-na (ayy, ayy) He took me back to East Atlanta, na-na-na, ah
By vaisrinivasan5 years ago in Poets
Free
Every action has a reaction What does that matter a fraction I can't believe the world is shallow Is it really that hard to say hello
By Grace Ploenges-Beltchev5 years ago in Poets
Outings
Outings No, I don’t really Want to come with you tonight Why? Because it’s going to be crowded And I won’t know
By Grace Tackett5 years ago in Poets
Speak Life
The sweetest words spoken, Waters the soil of her mind. Seeds sprout of thoughts left unspoken. Growing. Waiting. Hoping. A balanced diet of mirth and understanding. Full blooms face the presence of our radiance. Nourished and tended, A forest of experiences grows. Sustenance produced in abundance. Fabled among Gods and Goddesses. The craving unfulfilled. The necessity unknown. The foundation of engaging connection. Intellectually stimulating conversation. Apart, background music holds her. 'I reminisce for a spell’ Laughing to herself. Her world aglow from the inside. Caught in the cadence and the content. Smitten by the attention and acumen. Secure that through your spout flows honesty.
By Lekan Sepo5 years ago in Poets