performance poetry

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

The Door That Shouldn’t Open
The Door That Shouldn’t Open There’s a door in my house that no one remembers building, a thin wooden frame that hums late at night.
By Marie381Uk 2 months ago in Poets
The Witness. Content Warning.
Quick, my suitors have departed— Find me the doctor— Call my mother n’ father— My entrails lay before me soft as dough,
By Thomas Bryant2 months ago in Poets
The Glass Universe
The Glass Universe Inside this glass a world turns slow, with golden sparks and drifting stars. A tiny moon floats near a sun,
By Marie381Uk 2 months ago in Poets
The Music Eye
The Music Eye An eye looks out through falling notes, as music curls around the skin. The lashes sweep like strokes of ink,
By Marie381Uk 2 months ago in Poets
Aliens On A Reconnaissance Mission
In the vast expanse of the cosmos, where stars like jewels gleam, A tale unfolds of travellers drawn by wonder’s ceaseless dream. Their vessel glided through galaxies, a silent silver beam, Seeking answers in the hush where shadowed riddles teem.
By Solomon Walker2 months ago in Poets
“Payday Panic, Living Light”
Panic Flame Suite: Two Versions, One Sovereign Flame This is not just a song, it is a dispatch for the towers of money the rich build and the pennies the poor grab as the that is all that trickles down are pennies to poor.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 2 months ago in Poets
The Poem That Walked Away
The Poem That Walked Away I wrote a line and it trembled softly, then lifted from the page like a bird escaping its cage.
By Marie381Uk 2 months ago in Poets
The Fiend That Lurks
The fiend, oh the fiend, — A shadow-born terror, hidden and keen, with glittering sockets and a sharpened sheen; it threads through sleep like a furtive machine, a coldness that gathers where warmth had been.
By Solomon Walker2 months ago in Poets
The Planets in the Palm
The Planets in the Palm They rise like smoke from open hands, these ringed worlds of shining light. The stars burn bright
By Marie381Uk 2 months ago in Poets
The Ghost That Composed Music
The Ghost That Composed Music The piano waited, its keys trembling quietly, and I realized a ghost pressed them with invisible fingers.
By Marie381Uk 2 months ago in Poets
The Phantom in the Attic
The Phantom in the Attic I climbed the stairs slowly, the boards groaning under my weight, and the attic breathed quietly,
By Marie381Uk 2 months ago in Poets
Cold Day, Warm Comments
Today was cold The heating bust A pipe burst I wonder If the temperature Is cold There Where you are I saw a tree You'd turn it
By Paul Stewart2 months ago in Poets