performance poetry

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

Take when needed
Sweaty palms hold the bottle of essential oil, “be calm” it says. I'm anything but. I can feel it closing in, Inhale....exhale.
By coffeetalkwithsadie6 years ago in Poets
Take a bow
Take a bow Assuming your assumptions It’s like like sitting in a court room with no actual facts for evidence Too busy calling names acting like the judge
By BeeNines6 years ago in Poets
Wings
What a way to fall asleep Looking at the stars, in the canyons Something from an avatar dream Trying to relax when day is done
By The Girl in Grey6 years ago in Poets
Ronin
Ronin His mother passed away in the act of delivery. Father did his best, taught him charm, and humility. Sins of the father,
By JosephGrind6 years ago in Poets
Identity Crisis
Before the beat is done, there is a final saying for you all I’m at a point where my reality has shifted unpredictably since
By savage writer6 years ago in Poets
Delusions Mirages
Moving this utensil across the page and I’m blanking, even the most miniscule of tasks I dread tackling A brother’s motivation is continuing
By savage writer6 years ago in Poets
Demons and Dragons
My heart aches for you. For the internal struggles you are fighting; the demons that are rising and the dragons that aren't being slayed in your mind. Your past is haunting you now more than ever and my heart aches for you. It aches for those times I stood by your side, willing to go to Hell and back; willing to be that princess in shining armour with her sword drawn.
By Monica Loney6 years ago in Poets
Family
The family is a circle of many things There are no islands where one person reigns When you have family You have a home
By Dee S. Willis6 years ago in Poets
THE NIGHT
May 12, 2015, 8:37 PM .............The NIGHT.............. Intoxicate my mind, With thoughts running barefoot Through fields of rhythms.
By Victor Mendez6 years ago in Poets
Starting from Snatch
Starting from Snatch: How much does a polar bear weigh? Be precise. The answer's kinda lame, but enough to break the ice.
By JosephGrind6 years ago in Poets
Freedom
At the end of the day, what's left of me? If I can be happy, might as well try to make someone else. The world wants everything that I need.
By The Girl in Grey6 years ago in Poets
Fearful Functions
Fear indents it's misshaped face in the whole of my back. Trying to dig through my flesh with its gums. I know it's there but it's not that bad.
By The Girl in Grey6 years ago in Poets