performance poetry

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

Garamond Givenchy
uh, uh, uh, uh if i could turn back da hands of time maybe moved to a different neighborhood or got my father to choose a different day job
By savage writer7 years ago in Poets
Haunted House
Welcome all to my haunted house Careful not to scare the mouse All the creatures are here to stay Here there is no night or day
By Bazal Morani7 years ago in Poets
Java Speaks
I come into existence each day before the day breaks I am bolder than the vibrant yellow warmth of the sun My timeless energy draws the world from its dreams
By Marci Brodock7 years ago in Poets
Breathing in False Colours
O Roman Goddess Venus, Greek Goddess Aphrodite. Do you hear my whisper? Perhaps I speak to quietly. Together you encompass love, passion and beauty.
By Joanne Macdermott7 years ago in Poets
Mr. Savage Writer
Wassup, allow me to introduce myself. The name is savage writer. The s stands for *censored*, just kiddin— Mr. Savage Writer is my title of address.
By savage writer7 years ago in Poets
The Theatre
There is only one place you can experience anticipation, To live in a world made from your imagination, Be immersed in a story that could be yours,
By Lily Greenslade-Davey7 years ago in Poets
The Untitled Series
Hear me in the unsung, Pull me out from under the tide. Midsummer's dry spell whisked her way down George street, There you could hear dry leaves scrape curbs, even through the last call waltz,
By violet eliza-sioux7 years ago in Poets
Unpopular Opinions
Your mouths like a rifle With every shot you shoot There’s a push back Tell me where exactly are you aiming at I heard what you said no need to repeat that
By Sandra Yvette7 years ago in Poets
The Untitled Series (No. 1)
Those valleys started turning to one lane toll roads, And the flood took all the white picket fences down to the plot. The plot held big tubes, and big fans, as a kid I saw mean looking uncles smoking together on the grey picnic tables,
By violet eliza-sioux7 years ago in Poets
London-Historica
With 2,000 years of history, It is a long and powerful story. The City of London The City Capital Stands strong and tall.
By Warren Brown7 years ago in Poets
These Times When I Got No One to Talk to
i’m flowing and i can’t stop these thoughts are too deep a life boat wouldn’t even keep you afloat these times when i got no one to talk to
By savage writer7 years ago in Poets
Meet the Daniels
thank you for coming today. why don’t you take a seat place your coat on the rack in the corner there feel free to slip your shoes off,
By savage writer7 years ago in Poets