performance poetry

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

Yuuuurr
See you...reach out, arms extended. Comprehension, intensive-ly comprehensive-ly swimming deep-ly beneath the surface. Refractions bend by the dimension of this world. Perpetual And Neglecting that I also live among the others above the clouds, passing beyond the stratosphere also living on land.
By Jordan Usher 5 years ago in Poets
A Song Played with Angel's Hair
I don't know if you still remember me; It has been a long time Since We have met. Now on, Since you've left me behind I'm still here; Clearly, your physical was more important than anything in your way, but time surely flies and look at you. Nothing is the same as back as the old days.
By Oscar Sam5 years ago in Poets
Jazz Club Tirade
In the unkempt court yard of a jazz club, Hidden in reefer’s rank gossamer haze, Enthroned on hard plastic chairs, Surrounded by empty bottles of cheap red wine,
By Rupert Missick5 years ago in Poets
Drum Invocation
Cry out to me you old neglected drums, You sleeping dried flesh of goats, Stretched across the throat, Of the hallowed corrugated tin houses,
By Rupert Missick5 years ago in Poets
Dear Quiet Suburbia
• Dear quiet suburbia. Dear silent suburbia. This is to capture the silent rains that have come crashing down since the age of 3
By Länni Nestor5 years ago in Poets
No Superhero
I can’t run through walls I ain’t got sharp claws I can’t rewind time I can’t read your mind I ain’t got no shield I ain’t got no watch
By Israel Perez5 years ago in Poets
The Darkness within Me
The darkness inside of me is like a hibernating bear. Asleep for the winter and freshly awakened in the spring Like a wolf closing in on its prey
By Catherine Therese Bonner5 years ago in Poets
Untitled Series (no. 15)
Before the gunpowder. Your autumns still smell like olive oil, Your moon is too full, too bright, She is billowing and heavy, bringing new crops to life,
By violet eliza-sioux5 years ago in Poets
So Tired of Running
So tired of running every now and then. Each time I saw the mess – myself – I ran and hid. Alone, in darkness, going down
By Svetlana Dudorova5 years ago in Poets
Rebirth
You can't be slick If the grass is cut... You mistreated me Beyond belief I woke up. Now you're out of luck. Your time is up!
By The Vivid Dreamer5 years ago in Poets
a new form
Can you stop inspiring me Stop waking me up to the world within It's not wrong to hate you- and i mean it The words i breathe foam at the mouth and gnash and dance prettily in your absence
By Cheyenne Burton5 years ago in Poets
Short Of Luck
It can be hard in a daze; No vice for the pain. Keep your head up. Faith makes everything okay. Rain brings brighter days;
By The Vivid Dreamer5 years ago in Poets