performance poetry

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

The Collection
I hoard thoughts like some people hoard things Like money and possessions Mean everything When you know in heaven you can’t bring
By G.2 months ago in Poets
The Locksmith
The Locksmith I gather your nights one by one, turning each key inside my mind. I gather the breaths you try to hide,
By Marie381Uk 2 months ago in Poets
Love That Cuts and Heals
Love That Cuts and Heals Your words could scar the heavens, Your breath could calm a storm, I lived inside your balance,
By Marie381Uk 2 months ago in Poets
The Sky of Second Chances
No one ever imagined that a simple paper airplane could change a life. But sometimes, the smallest things hold the biggest miracles.
By EchoVerse Poet2 months ago in Poets
i thought myself a cornucopia
there’s a cavern in my chest, more like a rift, abyssal, abysmal, existential, the kind of hole that only love could open.
By Daniel K2 months ago in Poets
Echoes on the Breeze. Winner in Harvest of Memory Challenge.
Echoes on the breeze Exhaust fumes, contrails Linger as reminders ~ Poesy these lines For my erudite Verbosity Can’t replace
By Paul Stewart2 months ago in Poets
Gathering Memories
Gathering Memories I gather the days I lived, holding them close, feeling their weight, before they fade. I gather the hours I lost, moving like ash,
By Marie381Uk 2 months ago in Poets
The Shadow Kiss
The Shadow Kiss Your love drifted in like a shadow, Silent across the floor, It found the place I hid in, It opened every door.
By Marie381Uk 2 months ago in Poets
Letters From Silent Souls
Poets are not loud people. They speak through paper, not noise. They carry feelings like treasures hidden deep inside their pockets. Most people walk past them without noticing how many stories live beneath their quiet eyes. Yet every poet is a home for someone’s lost emotion.
By Muhammad Saad 2 months ago in Poets
The Song of Quiet Writers
Poets are strange in the most beautiful way. They do not speak too loudly, yet their words travel further than shouts. They carry worlds inside their hearts, but their pockets remain almost empty. They are not warriors, yet they fight battles against silence, sorrow, and misunderstanding. They stand where emotions gather and translate feelings into language.
By Muhammad Saad 2 months ago in Poets
Elements of Love (that you ignore)
Why won't you talk to me? We might have some chemistry But if you never talk to me Then how will we ever see? We text, but in case you forgot
By Calvin London2 months ago in Poets
Diamond Lady
Diamond Lady She rises in diamonds, a blaze of white heat, every stone singing, every line alive. Her hat is a kingdom,
By Marie381Uk 2 months ago in Poets