performance poetry

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

Lightning Linda
Lightning Linda's Swiping Tinder'sMatches, Snatches, Biting FindersBring her catches home to sin;Delightful cinder lighting LinderBrighter life, full, likes a trifleStifle, chokes and smokes a pipe. Alldressed in white, her grin is tighteningFight she might, 'cuz Linda's Lightning.
By D8 years ago in Poets
Trapped in My Own Mind
Sometimes, mental illness feels like you're stuck. Can't get in, can't get out. You just kinda stare blankly while sitting at the edge of your bed, wondering what you can do. The medicine helps, but it doesn't cure it, lets be real here. In this poem, we view the feeling of mental health taking over as being trapped in a deep well with the stone covering the top. Lonely, afraid, and dying to get out.
By Phoebe Carmichael8 years ago in Poets
Me, Myself
Here I sit, on this chair, Typing these few lines. Hoping I could make a book someday- And publish it for the public. I write for my satisfaction,
By Sanah N8 years ago in Poets
Displacement
I want to write I need to type The word’s don’t really matter Don’t want to sigh Don’t want to cry Just hear the key-board’s chatter
By Pink Joker8 years ago in Poets
Night Vision
I’d run out of batteries For my head torch I wondered how I’d see Leaving my porch I felt the road with steps Conscious of ground
By Pink Joker8 years ago in Poets
October 6, 2016
Crying for three hours seems like an impossible thing to do, but I just cried for four. I feel like I'm drowning again and everything around me is blurry.
By Marina H.8 years ago in Poets
Journal Entry IIV
Journal Entry IIV -the Feed Every morning I'm in hiding, chillin'. Waiting for night time to start killin'. It's simple to a veteran villain, though the trick is to not get caught. Your forefathers in burn'd graves rot because, to the stakes, they could not have fought. The very thought of the thrills send down my spine cold chills. The hunted over the hills, my prey I must find. It is so divine to pursue that of which is mine for the taking. A show I am making. Let's go. Lose, no! Not ever! To clever. The nightfall extends. All insanity begins. The bloodshed will frenz's. Dusk hours will end, sunrise. Run—
By Robyn Welborne8 years ago in Poets
Mummy's Special Cupboard
Mummy has a cupboard, she shares with Santa Claus It’s where she hides the presents, and the gin of course. In it are the next sized coats, and bigger shoes and clothes
By Pink Joker8 years ago in Poets
The Definition of Me
By definition, I’m a twenty-five-year-old adult. Too in touch with his inner child. Deep at heart, I’m a warm caring person.
By Trey Stevens8 years ago in Poets
Honey
Mama’s Honey lived next door. He slid under cracks when he came to visit, when she wasn’t looking. Mama’s Honey made her swing
By Andie Levine8 years ago in Poets
Keep Me Calm
The fire you ignite in my soul is like no other I would say that I saw this coming but I was blinded, blinded by my insecurities,
By Amber Lawler8 years ago in Poets
Gorgeous Soul
Take advantage you young gorgeous soul You're the perfect black life size ken doll that I've always wanted Your skin feels like fresh warm sand when glazing my fingers. Your body hypnotizes my mind, releasing that dopamine into my brain , producing chemicals that drive my testicular functions insane
By Javon Banks8 years ago in Poets