performance poetry

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

Crosswords
The first is a damnable term, I regret; Before I remember, I have to forget. The second’s a meaning that calls for a word –
By r. nuñez6 years ago in Poets
Rise of The Wizards
Yes it is now finally time for the wizards to rise from the ashes Once cast into darkness we emerge to the light to take our rightful place upon the throne
By The Sinister Pen6 years ago in Poets
Who I was
I think about it more often than I should His hands , his hands , his hands and his hands Touching things that don’t belong to him
By Aq Cream336 years ago in Poets
The Saga of the Spider
The Spider was a lonely fellow, spinning all day long. He worked hard on his wondrous web, all silver, sticky and strong.
By Agathos Daimon6 years ago in Poets
Gone Too Soon
This is a song that I wrote.. well .. about Judy, but also so that anyone who has lost anyone can relate to and it could be sung at funerals. Yes, a moving funeral song...that's what I said I wrote. =P
By Sassy Lady Ava G6 years ago in Poets
Irresponsible Monuments
Thoughts have their own minds sometimes But I guess a rabbit hole only works if it’s not a dead end If you close your eyes just right
By Indigo Roze6 years ago in Poets
Verses of a Blue Note
The following verses are song/poems from what might be described as a blue period in my life. They were originally songs, roughly written and arranged in bluesy melodies. Those melancholy times were the story of a country boy from the south adjusting to the culture shock of a big northern city in the winter... under the influence, homeless, and looking for intimacy. The "down" days of a person's life are not always necessarily about girls or women, but often are also about direction, orientation, and social interaction.
By r. nuñez6 years ago in Poets
Jizz-Jazz like Nebuchadnezzar
Like Nebuchadnezzar don't say you love me don't say you love me don't say you love me if you just want a piece, piece, piece
By Roscoe Forthright6 years ago in Poets
Black Like
Black like my brown skin poppin with melanin Brown like the black you use to paint My skeleton Taking my culture Preparing to leave me just a
By Cheryl Lynn6 years ago in Poets
Dryad
I When in the deepness of the greenwood once, Where light and shadow play upon the eye, And senses often fail the jaded mind,
By r. nuñez6 years ago in Poets
Sounding the alarm to announce our presence here.
This is it, a little thing called, inky, inkyitalk.com. So, comes on in and let’s talk. Inky I-talk is here to tell and retell some stories, mostly our kinds of stories. So even if it is true that some of us doesn't read at all, we sure do know how to listen. A lot. And that's what inky is all about, so. Come on over and join us, let's talk, and listen. Become a part of this movement. Be sure to subscribe too. And tell a friend about us or a foe, we can use him too. Thanks for lending me your ear, or eyes. Note. We are in construction mode, just sounding the alarm to announce our presence here. Come back in a couple of days to check up on us and keep us honest. I am E K the Writingelk, and I am out.
By E. Lloyd K6 years ago in Poets
Blood in my Inkwell
There is blood in my inkwell Sinister feather pen dipped in red ink Only time can tell when I fell to hell Blood provides the best ink I think
By The Sinister Pen6 years ago in Poets