performance poetry

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

What a World
They say it was the darkest night The fires burned so high They claimed evil and hate But it was a lie. The fog between us left the stains
By M.S. Morris8 years ago in Poets
Bounce
I wish I walked with a bounce Or only at least an ounce of Love There's a darkness in my gait a terrifying state of affairs
By Emily Sara Andrews8 years ago in Poets
HAM
Ham And as I walk I see a man, and as he walks he shovels ham, he shovels ham into his mouth. He is a man. He is shoveling ham. With a great fist he furiously wallops it, into his mouth, the dark abyss.
By Emily Sara Andrews8 years ago in Poets
Tube
Tube Stuck. Warm. My arm extends above in an awkward salute to the transport gods. Headphones press uncomfortably against my neck. My only comfort switched off. We are Over-populated today. Everyday? You spit at me with your words. I cannot move. Move me if you want, that’s the only way we’ll get to a different point.
By Emily Sara Andrews8 years ago in Poets
Repeat
Repeat It just repeats. It always repeats. It’s not a surprise. It will always repeat. You get drawn in. And it repeats. You get drawn in. And it just repeats. You get drawn in again. And it just repeats. It just repeats. It’s not new news. It just repeats. It’s a cycle. It’s a cycle. It’s something that always happens to you. He bleats. You repeat. He bleats. You repeat. And you repeat the cycle. And you repeat the cycle. And you kill the cycle. You kill the cycle. You kill the repeat. Until the next. And then you repeat. And then we repeat. And then I kill the cycle. And then we repeat. And then I repeat. And then we do what’s natural. We repeat. It just repeats. And it just repeats. It’s not new news. And when the repeating has killed us. And it will. The repeat moves on.
By Emily Sara Andrews8 years ago in Poets
Wild Boy
Wild boy wild boy “damn, you wild boy” “Don’t twist your hair, for you won’t be my child boy” “Don’t get anyone pregnant, stay away from the police, keep your nose clean, don’t ever get high, boy”
By Edens Fleurizard8 years ago in Poets
The Nest
To the end of the line one more time she said. Like a cobalt blue when I'm feeling red. Never again will I find a time like the present.
By M.S. Morris8 years ago in Poets
Timelapse
Before you loose that arrow Before you leave the Earth ...let her....out Before you fly a sparrow Before you leave the ground...yield your... crown
By M.S. Morris8 years ago in Poets
Help a Person Out
Spiraling, Secretly, The CIA would be impressed, Or is that how I see it, Is the black hole of my mind visible? So much so fast,
By Noah Renee8 years ago in Poets
The Author
The Author He portrays a lonely figure In his cottage by the sea With his pencil and his paper and his dog. Gone his youthful verve and vigour
By Rod Walford8 years ago in Poets
R.I.Pigeon
RIP Pigeon Did you falter when you flew? Were you staring at the sky? Missing the glass death trap before you? Or did you mean to die?
By Emily Sara Andrews8 years ago in Poets
It's Wearing My Skin
Please sit beside me and share what's on your mind Is it a grudge or a sin you're trying to hide Just know this Eventually I'll know your past
By Sickly Vindictam8 years ago in Poets