performance poetry

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

Blurred Eutopia
Interrupted happiness Two against one Forgotten feelings Escaping air Limited breath Give me a reason to breathe Disrupted eutopia
By Skylar Rella7 years ago in Poets
Mall Memoirs
I’ve been In a canning frenzy. We cant just live off yogurt, ‘cuz that’s got a date. That just doesn’t work. We came from there.
By Mary Benson7 years ago in Poets
... Shhh
InureMuse is writing... 24 October at 20:33 · worry about #mankind brotherl factitious enough to refer to himself as doubly-wise.
By ©I.M. "That Girl," Inure Muse7 years ago in Poets
Monster in Disguise
There is a monster behind these innocent eyes, trying to disguise its truth in all the lies, trying to understand whats wrong with me, the things I would never be. A monster in disguise wanting to believe that I am stronger than this life but I have spent so much time on the run I never realized the monster I have become. I never realized the hate I feel for myself and for how my monster in disguise makes me feel alive inside, it fills my pride as my heart lays on the sidelines trying to catch its breath, trying to stay alive.
By cheyenne 7 years ago in Poets
An Impatient Heart (Um Coração Impaciente)
The sun’s waking brings that odious sound to my ears, Calm but loud... As my heart wakes up, so do my greatest fears (Here we go again)
By Adam Khamis7 years ago in Poets
Conversations with God(s)?
Dear God: How are you today? Yeah I know, it’s been a while since we last talked I remember the last time I tried, you dusted me off like chalk
By Adam Khamis7 years ago in Poets
For You
For you For you I'd succeed but for myself I'd only try Poisonous self doubt Beautiful, imperfect you To you I'd listen but for myself I'd only guess
By George Hickey7 years ago in Poets
Anxiety in a Relationship
He welcomes me sat around in anxiety Whilst he relaxes and frees his mind from its cage He creates questions and uncertainty
By Laura caress7 years ago in Poets
Gaon the Village No More
Whom given you the right to separate me from my soul of soil ? Whom given you the right to take away my mother earth from me ??
By Trio writers7 years ago in Poets
Where Ya Going?
Writing can be like getting into a strangers car More accurately, writing can be like getting kidnapped Terrifying! You don’t know where you’re going so you just have to pray to god that it’s somewhere good.
By Chloe Oldland7 years ago in Poets
Baseball and Fireflies
The crack of the bat The announcers boring voice, ‘’A single blooper to left field!’’ The look on my father’s face… Ecstasy.
By Antony King7 years ago in Poets
She
She is something else, and sadly not many people know the real her. Beautifully breaking into a master piece of her true being.
By Eunice David7 years ago in Poets