performance poetry

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

Hungry Tonight
Give me the key Give me the bunch The carnivores are ravenous Plotting their lunch The bones and the gristle Add to the crunch
By David Ireland7 years ago in Poets
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By Joe Francisco7 years ago in Poets
All By Myself
One thing holding me back is fear I’ve come very near to clear my mind Sometimes I get left behind Now I don’t even know how to define myself
By Poetic Glory7 years ago in Poets
Domestic
I’ve passed this street about half a million times Never once did I think this destination would be mine How did I get here? I should’ve learned my lesson
By Janietta Watts7 years ago in Poets
The Lighthouse
Always tall and upright She who knows her worth but chooses to humble herself and standards for better living and accommodation.
By Sivuyisiwe Nomathole7 years ago in Poets
To Be Desired
I never needed you, I never needed you, Like the ocean needs the waves to feel powerful, I never needed you, I never needed you,
By Fatema Siddiki7 years ago in Poets
Colleges and Universities
Colleges and Universities are places of learning. In it four years now, a degree I am earning. Or that at least is the plan that is offered,
By Brandon Cropper7 years ago in Poets
Tomorrow Never Come
Yesterday be forgotten. Tomorrow never come. As one by one we fall from grace. So elegantly we stood harmlessly in our domain
By Joshua Lino-da Costa7 years ago in Poets
Who Needs Anyone
I don’t need anyone to make me smile When I have a TV and a bed, I don’t need anyone to hear my problems When they will take my credit.
By Joshua Lino-da Costa7 years ago in Poets
Oh Paddy!
A man of short and hair on face Left his house one day And running late he seek to rush To hurry without delay. But day of rain it had turned out
By Joshua Lino-da Costa7 years ago in Poets
Open Plains
The open plains of freedom lay For all I know to run through The night too scared to threaten day. The picture may not be for all to see
By Joshua Lino-da Costa7 years ago in Poets
I Wrote this Poem with the Lines that Didn’t Have Poems, And Now It’s the Last Poem About You
It is hot as Hades this morning. It is supposed to be in the 80s but it is a 9. I wake up with an urge to lay everything out
By Solo Gamez7 years ago in Poets