performance poetry

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

Hometown
On December 22, 1998 I met a woman named Beth inside the hospital of Israelites, over by the Crown where they fried the breasts hard.
By savage writer6 years ago in Poets
Greatness
Sometimes we don’t sleep cuz’ insomnia keeps us up Little did you know That’s really us becoming superhuman Shuteye is where the downloads come in
By savage writer6 years ago in Poets
Envy
Legends never die, we just multiply and become immortalized I would say king, but you can call me a deity By now, the shift has taken place
By savage writer6 years ago in Poets
When The Boss Is Away
When the boss is away, the cat will play. You think you are pretty. You think you are so cute. In reality, you are cruel.
By Maria Ayala6 years ago in Poets
Ghost
i’m doing my best to do okay but these thoughts been getting in the way nights alone i been MIA prescription pills to numb the pain
By Lily Massie6 years ago in Poets
A Eulogy
My Grandmother always tells me that the words I speak could change the world. But I don’t think she understands. Sometimes I simply want to be liked more than I want to like the world I’m living in.
By Bethany Lloyd6 years ago in Poets
Ode to Solitude
The sun licked the sleep from my eyes today/ and peeled back my blankets. I stretched back into my body/ rattled all my bones/ wiggled my fingers and toes/ then started my day-
By DaisythePoetess .6 years ago in Poets
Contemplations
CONTEMPLATIONS I sit alone in my cubicle contemplating, I got shit on my mind I try relating Ill at ease with these thoughts in my brain going insane, getting that urge to begin the killing again
By Elijah H. Muied6 years ago in Poets
The Dragon Isn't Slain in This One
You turn girls into monsters, just so you have dragons to slay. She whose golden flesh is littered with jagged scars from all the times she dragged her claws across her chest and held that beating organ out to you, dripping and pulsing, in her own hand.
By Bethany Lloyd6 years ago in Poets
Storm's Disaster
New day. New chapter. New season. What is it I'm After? Regardless of the Storm's disaster, My God You knew me before
By The Vivid Dreamer6 years ago in Poets
Rant
When asked if we are ok We nod yes, holding back... Saving face When really we are not ok We are hurt Broken Struggling with the harsh reality that is life
By kat underhill6 years ago in Poets
Create
~Life without pain Is numb ~Life without love Is empty ~Life without hope Is dark ~Life without music
By kat underhill6 years ago in Poets