performance poetry

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

Change
There’s something special about change Something special in the way it makes you feel Something special in the way it makes you see
By Claudia Coto7 years ago in Poets
I Am Here
One day I knew what I wanted and how I was going to get there. And just like that, I didn't know anything anymore. Blocked me away from the world for a while, with hope to find myself again,
By Yesenia Chaidez7 years ago in Poets
Insecta
A million bugs, crawling all over you into your crevices. Into your soul. Buzzing in and around your head, nibbling at your brain, picking at your skin.
By Holly Anne7 years ago in Poets
Isn’t It Strange That We Fall Back to the Same Song?
Isn’t it strange that we fall back to the same song? The one that reminds us of things, Is that wrong? That one song leads us back with wings,
By Tom Harvey7 years ago in Poets
One Brick, Two Bricks
“Maternity knows best,” as the phrase goes. She sits, mind registering images of the unknown tomorrow. It fascinates her,
By John-Andrew Zacharakis7 years ago in Poets
Untitled (Part 1)
Stop! Breathe! Allow me to look you in the eye. For I... I would love to have a glimpse inside your mind... To witness first hand the beauty of your imagination...to have a window in to your soul
By Poet Northstar7 years ago in Poets
Hear Me Roar
Listen, you can say what you want about me just as long as you don’t get on this here poetry. Can you feel these words addictive like crack? Heroin to your veins, actually heroin to your brains? These words that fill my soul when all else fails, that move my blindness from Braille. I wield the mightiest sword known to man...the steel? No the pen or the pencil, like the edge of shut doors and window sills, like picture stills.
By I AM. Master of Arts7 years ago in Poets
A Place Called Gardenstown
Your bay provides a window to ever changing tides A vision of nature in its truest form The intoxication of the ocean breeze brings clarity to my remembrance
By GARY DEAN7 years ago in Poets
Seven Deadly Sins
Envy, sloth, gluttony, pride, wrath, greed, lust; pick your poison No one's better than their deadly sins, for we all become each one in this lifetime
By F.A.E7 years ago in Poets
Is This the Answer?
What had happened last night ... You rang my phone on the late night just to see if I was still up. I could have ignored your call, but
By Robyn Welborne7 years ago in Poets
Snapshots
She snaps, she shoots, She wins, just to lose. Where do they get these warped point of views? Where’s the humanity, where’s the care?
By Jessa Mae7 years ago in Poets
Mere Image
If you were surrounded by mirrors, forced to glare at yourself, would you be able to face your own judgment? To the woman in the mirror:
By F.A.E7 years ago in Poets