performance poetry

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

Gratitude
I think of all the people who held me when I was a baby My tear tainted eyes sadly realize that I have not called any of them lately
By Douglas Brayton II6 years ago in Poets
The Road to Awe - Alexis Karpouzos
This morning I walked the path to awe, i met gods frustrated and angels sad. The people had abandoned them and the magic had tumbled. Now, people are orphans, wanderers across the night, frightened meteors looking for the source of awe.
By Alexis Karpouzos6 years ago in Poets
Gratitude for Everything
Great life is always what I dream Remembering what I used to do Always makes me either smile or scream Today my goals are finally coming through
By Dawn6 years ago in Poets
Another Secret Love Poem
You reignited my chasm of a figuratively speaking dormant vessel, so before it dies out again Mulatto wanted to let you know he stalked you. He watched the way your body found comfort on chair, torques dress I would mention your waist but I'm afraid I'd get the size wrong; and we'd laugh about it then you'd tell me I'm rude and smile with peach lips and crimson rose gold checks.
By Rowen Motley6 years ago in Poets
Therapy
You caught me steering at your insides watching me unfold rose gold petals your moans and groans were filled with new orgasm's of he loves me, he loves to make love to me
By Rowen Motley6 years ago in Poets
On Stepping Stones & Stone Stepping
When I was a kid, the kids of my neighborhood used to go down to the river and cross it by stepping on stones, it was like playing the floor is lava instead of lava the floor is shit because that river was where all the drainage let out. Once when I was eight years old... I fell in. That was the day I learned what fear really means.
By C.Ph.Hope6 years ago in Poets
The Bouquet
The day I was born, a gift sat on my bedside table. A beautiful bouquet of flowers, real or imagined… I’m not quite sure.
By Bugsy Watts6 years ago in Poets
An Ode to Spoken Word Poetry
“Let me build myself smaller than you. Let me apologize when I get caught acting bigger than you. Let me always wait for this, let me work for this. The convenient thing about being a magical woman is that I can be gone as quickly as I came. And when you are a whole person for the first time, the movie is over. Manic pixie dream girl doesn’t go on; there’s no need for her anymore. Manic pixie dream girl is too dream girl, and you just woke up. Once, I told you I was afraid of my father, and for a moment, I looked so human, the audience lost interest.”
By Brittany Valentine6 years ago in Poets
Strange Love
These horizontal cuts ooze dark matter. Revelling my ethos slowly manifesting while plaguing my being. I hate you is how I started writing our love poem, to this paradoxical relationship.
By Rowen Motley6 years ago in Poets
House on Fire
When I met him, I felt something I had never been prepared for. Something along the lines of getting hit by a car and I still said thank you.
By Samantha Darling6 years ago in Poets
Dad
The things he has taught me I’ll never forget, How to be respected, stay humble and never to fret, To be generous, kind and to remain dignified, And that sometimes it’s necessary to swallow your pride.
By Aisha Lama6 years ago in Poets
Damn Fine Chicken
“damn fine chicken” she says, fumbling the book across my table. i make fun of her so smoothly that she’s caught off guard and jabs a genuine “fuck you!” at me. she instantly recovers and almost blushes with apology. i brush it off because i like it. familiarity feels good in a stranger city.
By breton lalama6 years ago in Poets