performance poetry

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

Sonnet 2
I am terrified to live, For so many choices are coming fast. If there were any way I’d let adulthood rush past, If for a glimpse of what I actually had to give.
By Hannah Perez8 years ago in Poets
Momentary Soulmates
I should have gotten his name that day, by the creek bed. Birds had been whistling in the trees above and I felt alive, alive, alive. The grass was an alarming shade of chartreuse and the water below me matched the sky. Early summer had that effect on me—somehow it transformed the grey world into one choking with brilliant color. Between the songbirds and the few insects zipping around, I felt alone. Blissfully alone, engrossed in the words of Henry David Thoreau.
By Ryn8 years ago in Poets
Blinded by Lies
This world's gone crazy People stuck in the background Were all focused on money That we won’t listen to the sound Of the people screaming help
By Anabelle Gearhart8 years ago in Poets
Sisterhood
The clenching of a fist unheard rumors whispered that one over there, be careful as women always had, warning, tending, tender
By Siri Sandquist8 years ago in Poets
Living in a World We Can't Afford
Living in a world we can't afford Year round struggling to make ends meet So limited as we reach to be more We try and we try
By Gabby Jurado8 years ago in Poets
Birthday
I You were born, I recall, on the same day that snow melted, and blossoms bloomed. My heart burst for you. Your glowing cheeks,
By Jess Goode8 years ago in Poets
She Said
She said one day, a blind man will save me, everyone just shook their heads, she said, one day, I’ll risk my life to save you,
By Emily Frey8 years ago in Poets
The Song
You’re with friends, the music shuffles to your favorite song You’re loudest when it comes to singing along, And you know you’ll never get the words wrong,
By Maranda Martin8 years ago in Poets
Myself Unto You
I came to notice a tiny scar on the inside of your thigh A freckle of the past, waiting to tell its story I listened closely, secrets carousing through the canal
By Curtis Woodcock8 years ago in Poets
My Beginning
I am Sheija of the Binshaban clan. Born in the world of different/mixed cultures. I am a descendant of Victor who is known for his great cat fishing.
By Sheija Binshaban8 years ago in Poets
Broken Heart
I cried a silent cry, With no one to hear my voice, Tears flowed down my cheek like a waterfall, I let no sound to be heard,
By Sali xx8 years ago in Poets
'Oh My God, Did You Hear?'
"Oh my God, did you hear who she's 'fallen in love with' this year? Her next victim on her rampage of infatuation. Her desperation for the first guy that knows her name. But when she gets hurt, it's him to blame. Because to her, it's all just a big game. How is she not ashamed?"
By Faceless Insider8 years ago in Poets