performance poetry

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

Christmas Love
Christmas Love I held your hand by the fire’s glow, the tree stood bright, outside, the snow fell slow. Your eyes caught mine,
By Marie381Uk 2 months ago in Poets
Tomorrow Is the Darkest Night
Tomorrow Is the Darkest Night Tomorrow waits quiet, a shadow on the sky, a strange cold whisper, that knows who I am.
By Marie381Uk 2 months ago in Poets
Yesterday’s World
Yesterday’s World Yesterday was slow, a place that breathed pain, old rooms holding silence, memories calling my name.
By Marie381Uk 2 months ago in Poets
The Rats Keep Score. Runner-Up in Villanelle of Regret Challenge.
Behold the man deserving of sackcloth Whose modesty, façade is stripped bare Picked apart by the rats and the moth ~
By Paul Stewart2 months ago in Poets
A Years Haiku
A Year Haiku December joy 25 Another year flew by gone let’s make 26 The Best.
By Marie381Uk 2 months ago in Poets
Kiss and Tell
Kiss and Tell Your lips found mine, quiet and trembling, a moment that burned, in the centre of time. We held that breath,
By Marie381Uk 2 months ago in Poets
The Witch’s Tea
The Witch’s Tea She poured the tea, And counted fingers wrong, The kettle giggled in the corner, Her hat tipped over like a joke.
By Marie381Uk 2 months ago in Poets
A.C.R.I.M.O.N.Y
I...am Acrimony born. Igniter of the Wildfire The flint in the teeth of the grin, an ember become flame...the spark in the wind.
By Novel Allen2 months ago in Poets
Candle in Fog
Candle in Fog A candle shivered in the fog, Its light bent around hidden shapes, I followed the thin trail, Where the mist swallowed my shoes.
By Marie381Uk 2 months ago in Poets
Untamed Spark (a poem by Solomon). AI-Generated.
A maverick novelty, a tempestuous force that stalks respect. A tectonic turbulence that upends the known, the loved, the entrenched. It materializes in countless guises, this fierce and untamed spark. A person, an ideology, a tech or a novel approach to embark.
By Solomon Walker2 months ago in Poets
The Laughing Cauldron
The Laughing Cauldron Steam rose like whispered tears, The cauldron giggled at my sorrow, Her eyes were pools of midnight,
By Marie381Uk 2 months ago in Poets
Erasure
Fragrant, come closer, she said Not nearly alone enough, I swore My hand, she took, - heart, she Stole with ---feeling
By Paul Stewart2 months ago in Poets