performance poetry

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

Music on a Walk
Some steps out the door, Some taps on the phone, Stick the buds, And I'm content alone. The sounds that soothe their way in my ears,
By Monique Star7 years ago in Poets
Blood
There is only a split second before you and tragedy are shaking hands. For me, I was a second too late. I was trapped in a bear hug by
By Solo Gamez7 years ago in Poets
Last Winter
Cold I sit still in the rain with my Heart gone but for a beat like the Pounding of my eardrums on Your last words to me.
By DLC7 years ago in Poets
One More Summer Of Love
Northern stars tattooed on my fingers In the summer of 69 On a Berlin train with the echo of the Ghetto Pounding in the raging Rhine
By David Ireland7 years ago in Poets
Poetry
First Post. I write most of my poems as lyrics. I don't sing. Shine It’s okay to feel sad, hide away when things get bad Shut the door and lock away your heart
By Chantel Tamara7 years ago in Poets
Over-Stand
SURROUNDED BY THE CHAOS AND UNABLE TO MOVE I FEEL LIKE STAGNANT WATER BUT STILL, I MUST GO ON. MY MIND LONGS FOR UNDERSTANDING AND COMPASSION WHILE
By Idyllic Flux7 years ago in Poets
Hidden Depths
Shimmering mercilessly from beneath the depths A sniffing nose up high. To bring the greatest of all the best To the centre of the sty.
By Joshua Lino-da Costa7 years ago in Poets
If You Saw a Dragon
what would you do if you saw a Dragon? I don't know, kill it. why? because that's what they do. who? you know, the men in armour and stuff on TV, they just find it and kill it, and obviously, they get a prize at the end, like a sexy princess or maybe treasure, the brightest silvers and the heaviest golds, with every jem in all types of jewels ... and I want that so I'd probably kill it.
By Ruhani Khadijah7 years ago in Poets
Human Sacrifice
Human sacrifice is a subject in which I have very little knowledge what I can gather, in some tribes and cultures a sacrifice is needed to please
By Solo Gamez7 years ago in Poets
Rudy
The first time I heard a poem by Rudy Francisco, I cried This was not the first time words not written for me had made me cry and it won’t be the last
By Solo Gamez7 years ago in Poets
Pieces of Gay
V1. For everyone new to the Sanders Sides, Where are we gonna begin? Virgil's a divergent Hogwarts plum, He can and can't fit in.
By Monique Star7 years ago in Poets
The Sleepless Night
The Sleepless Night. 10 PM Oh, hello my oldest friend I see you made it out again A welcomed visit from the sleepless night
By Solo Gamez7 years ago in Poets