performance poetry

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

The Bottom of the Bottle
I'm at the bottom of the bottle. Lipstick smudges on my forehead. Bruises on my shoulder. Everything spins. Like a quarter on a pool table.
By Amanda Zylstra7 years ago in Poets
Bigfoot Comes Out: The Interview
Bigfoot, Once the story of legend Has finally chosen To show his face To the world And, what he says Is that, Just like any guy
By Reid Moore7 years ago in Poets
Bath Time
I pour in sweet and milky chemicals, then slip my right foot in with the water from the cold tap. The burning sensation is lessened by commitment.
By Sarah Thompson7 years ago in Poets
Sunsets Waiting for Sunrises
As the sun sets and brings on the night we all are asleep or some of us work some of us just stay awake because they can sleep they stay up at night thinking about life and all the twists and turns wondering about how the next day we'll be stressing over the little things like what’s for breakfast what am I going to wear how come I’m still here and when school starts for most honestly the Time comes when we shut our eyes and fall back asleep waiting for the next days to come for the cycle to start over again Seeing what the sunrise has for us so we can wait for the beautiful sunset to stress again about everything that we juggle on our day to day life striving for a bigger paycheck and a nice car and to put food on the table till the sunset is where we stress about what the sunrise brings us
By John Red7 years ago in Poets
The Dark Passenger
the passenger sits in the back seat of are mind wearing all black clothing so we can’t see the evil he wants us to commit to do wicked acts to make us his monsters but some of us lock him away in a chained up box
By John Red7 years ago in Poets
Beauty Behind the Mask
What can you find when you look beyond my mask that I put on every single day that fake smile the fake happiness you see everyday
By John Red7 years ago in Poets
Keep Walking
You must be tired by now, it's been a long journey and the bright white headlights of fear still linger on your mind. I know Ammon's Horn and Dentate's Gyrus still hold you captive with only your suppressed redness to keep you warm on the deepest blue nights.
By SerénaRose Black7 years ago in Poets
Yesterday Can Kiss My A###!
My intuition is intermittent but when it’s ringing I seldom listen. I want to disbelieve it’s chime, I need it to be way off this time... but it’s not, is it?
By YJas Writes7 years ago in Poets
Don't Let Go... ♥
Yeah you say suicide is the easy way to go. But when you let that life go. It will never catch the flow. To the place it needs to go.
By Sparky Lwf7 years ago in Poets
Cravings
I am too young for this manifestation of cravings Not in food, not in sex, not in the recreation fun of the youth I want to pack a suitcase
By Klo Aanderson7 years ago in Poets
Feminin
I’m feminin masculinin my ways only human counting down the days balancin out energies in my days sentencin to pave my way through life
By Ace.7 years ago in Poets
Tea
Would you like some tea my friend? It’s very calming. I have black tea, earl gray, green and, mint. Different types to help you relax.
By Silvana Cornell7 years ago in Poets