performance poetry

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

Cruella De Void
“Cruella De Vil, Cruella De Vil, if she doesn’t scare you,no evil thing will!To see her is to take a sudden chillCruella, Cruella…”Window curtains drape acrossmy Persian Sarouk rug in the bedroom.The bear head above my bed frame is my protector of the night.My bedtime routine includes my henchmen washing my face to clear out my pores,a personal percussionist to help chime my way to sleep,and a maid to smooth out my comforter that took 20 rabbits to sew.I am the worst,but I am also the best.My walk is as fierce as if I split open the Red Sea with satin leather heels.Every time I trot on London streets,you tell your children to not end up like me.I am a jailbreaker ahead of my time.I strut in the path of suburban sidewalksthat are tired of the housewife’s cackles in the morning.A pair of plyers spread your last logical reasoning for looking.I know you cook by the stove,your only subconscious wish is to be me.You cook the meatloaf for the 3rd time this week.You think, if only if you were as free.You are the neighborhood’s trophy of hushed whispersduring your summer porch get-togethers;I am every one of your guests’ secret daydreams on lonely Sunday afternoons.God only gives us wingswhen we are ambitious enough to use them.Each day is a flight worth taking.The wind between the feathers I wearbrushes off any ounce of care.I lie in bed by myself, emitting independence toward the sky.Each night I feel a calming breeze,knowing the only love I needis the comfort of rabbit fur beside me.How content I am in the basket of luxury.But certain nights are different.I smoke long Parliaments in bed, hoping the hours pass by quickly.The memories are movie screens that flash on the ceiling at 3:00 a.m.The letters, Winston Churchill, the Suez Canal.His sacrifice for them meant blood draining down the sand;the war never blamed the Italians enough.
By Ti Ana8 years ago in Poets
Tomorrow
I look upon today with joy. What will come? What we’ll see? What is our destiny? The morning sunshine, As soft as feathers on a mother hen.
By Maya Feuerstein8 years ago in Poets
Running Away Free
ANOTHER NIGHT in her skin, emotions floated through the wind. In the corner of her blue eyes everything became a blur. The building ahead of her was no more a structure but a heavy cloud. Facing forward she began to sprint. Legs opening wide, the shoes her feet wore began pounding heavily across the ground causing puddles of tears slashing up her legs. Her pace quickened more until the cold air bit her lungs but the adrenaline coursing through her veins forced her to push further. The harder she pushed the more her legs began to weaken. Screaming bursted out her lungs for that was the only weapon allowed. As her run became longer than it should have, what she imagined was sweat rolling down her face was instead tears rolling down her cheeks. Right now the soles of her shoes were tearing off, disappearing behind her but she was summiting her all to running...away...free.
By T.J. Flores8 years ago in Poets
Alone
Alone by Eric Trules i live alone it's taken me five years to fill up the closet since my girlfriend moved out that many years ago
By Eric Trules8 years ago in Poets
Fish Tank
When I felt him slowly squeezing the life out of me with his words, I thought I could change him But when he was squeezing the life out of me
By Roulette Weekend8 years ago in Poets
Chivalry Is Not Dead in the Men's Room
I’ve heard the Rules of Men in Men’s Rooms Don’t Make Eye Contact Don’t Use the Urinal Directly Next to Another Man And For God’s Sake,
By Roulette Weekend8 years ago in Poets
Zachary Song
I see the red in your eyes, With drama, surprise Can you catch me??? Sometimes I feel so alone like the world will unfold,
By Susan Brotman8 years ago in Poets
Running Away
He ran away. Away to a new life. The life he was living was no longer suitable. It never brought him happiness. It never brought him a pinch of pleasurable pain. Just a sadness. The people around him were so happy. Some were just content with the life they lived. Not him he needed more. He needed to know what happiness felt like. At least for one day.
By MyCrown MyWorld8 years ago in Poets
Warrior/Worrier
Put on your best warrior costume. It’s time to lie. Alone in the dark. Shun out the light. Standing strong to fake a smile,
By Dekker Christopher8 years ago in Poets
May I?
Hey. what are you up for today? The movies? No? How about the mall? No? To the Zoo then? You're not in the mood? Then what is your mood today?
By Emmitt Diaz8 years ago in Poets
Borderline
Slumber. I long for the sweet, sweet slumber where dreams and darkness collide. Too fast. Too fast. fast fast The moving train trying to be caught,
By Dekker Christopher8 years ago in Poets
The Pain
The pain, I fucking hate you! You bother me every night and everyday. I have to face you in every way. Seeing you bothers the shit out of me, dealing with your bullshit bothers the shit out of me. I hate that I can’t get rid of you, you are a part of me. I can’t get rid of you... why don’t you just go away. Take a fucking hint and fucking leave. Why won’t you just go away already... I try not to complain, I try not to cry, out of anger a tear falls. I hate arguing. I can’t live without you. As much as I hate you, you hold me up. You got my back no matter what... I still fucking hate you. You can never make up your damn mind, hurt me or don’t... but you always have my back.
By Aleszandra Tellez8 years ago in Poets