performance poetry

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

Roots of Roses
Her smile is worth its weight in (rose) gold. She makes magic of scraps of hopes and dreams. She is broken and bruised and hard to hold.
By Lizzy Roseabout a month ago in Poets
Immortality
Immortality It calls to me from beyond the breath, a quiet field where memories refuse to fade, and every step I take toward that unseen place
By Marie381Uk about a month ago in Poets
Surviving the Ordinary
Some mornings the heart wakes up tired before the body even moves. We sit on the edge of the bed, thinking about everything
By Aarsh Malikabout a month ago in Poets
Pedantry is Elitism
This is a five minute flame, a spoken word riff that insists on freedom as the heartbeat of creation. It is not just performance, its archive, altar, and rebellion.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli about a month ago in Poets
Drink the Blood of the Bats
Drink the Blood of the Bats The cave held a heartbeat no human could trust, a pulse that echoed through the dripping dark,
By Marie381Uk about a month ago in Poets
The Law That Waits
The Law That Waits I have seen lies, crawl through rooms, smiling like friends, waiting to strike. I have watched hands,
By Marie381Uk about a month ago in Poets
Did You Ever?
Did You Ever Did you ever ask yourself what life is meant to be, When the night sits heavy and the hours feel unkind, When every path you choose seems marked with tears,
By Marie381Uk about a month ago in Poets
Roots and Branches
My roots live deep beneath my skin, quiet, steady, holding stories I never fully tell. They are the hands that raised me,
By Kashif Wazirabout a month ago in Poets
When the Story Forgets Itself
I've been thinking lately that sometimes all I'm good for is bad metaphors and nonsensical whatever you want to call it. Some say art, some say a futile attempt to prove that I am anything more than whatever you want to call me. Working backwards or counting breaths
By Paul Stewartabout a month ago in Poets
Elephant
An elephant never forgets Elephants honor their dead Returning to their gravesite for years To stroke and mourn The bones of their loved ones
By Gene Lassabout a month ago in Poets
The Sculptor Who Breathed Stone
The Sculptor Who Breathed Stone Stone trembled under his hands, folding into faces that whispered silently through the marble veins.
By Marie381Uk about a month ago in Poets
NEIGHBOURS HAS ENDED
NEIGHBOURS HAS ENDED I watched them grow with me through every passing year, from the days I rushed the shopping just to make it home in time,
By Marie381Uk about a month ago in Poets