performance poetry

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

The Man Who Painted Silence
The Man Who Painted Silence He never spoke a single word, But filled his world with brush and hue, Each canvas breathed the things he’d felt,
By Marie381Uk 3 months ago in Poets
The Clockmaker’s Son
The Clockmaker’s Son He built small worlds from gears and glass, Each tick a song, each chime a prayer, He said that time was made of love,
By Marie381Uk 3 months ago in Poets
“The Letters I Never Sent”
The Letters I Never Sent By [Ali Rehman] The first letter began with a lie. Dear Michael, I’ve forgiven you. Lena stared at the words until the ink began to blur. Forgiven him? That wasn’t true — not yet. Maybe not ever. But that’s how most of her poems started too: with lies that wanted to be true.
By Ali Rehman3 months ago in Poets
The Candle and the Mirror
The Candle and the Mirror I keep a mirror by my bed, And light a candle when I dream, It flickers shadows on the wall, And turns the world to something unseen.
By Marie381Uk 3 months ago in Poets
temporary taxidermy. Winner in Poetry of the Hunt Challenge.
My hippocampus has a leak in it, and every step I take spills out a form of you I’m forced to relive. It’s more languid,
By Daniel K3 months ago in Poets
Scenery of Society by Rikki La Rouge 🇬🇧 🇨🇦
Julio, every summer you come back and make me relive these tortuous memories. Julio, do you remember the day you almost drowned? I do. Julio, I can't escape your punishment. Julio, I want to know why you cursed me. July, I remember our difficult times before July, when we couldn't start again.
By Revista XCI by Rikki La Rouge 3 months ago in Poets
I'm twisted.
I’m twisted. I’m the imposter, The poster child of what it means to foster, A character based on a mind so nuanced, the idea of new audaciously fails to exist,
By ama.thinks3 months ago in Poets
We are the Hunt
Painful metamorphosis Claws digging out of fingers Jaw breaks and canines protrude Spine is pulled and writhed Victim of malicious machinations
By Callum Summers3 months ago in Poets
The Siren Inside
the sweetest breath a whispering wind it blew across the inside of my skin I’ve always felt her there like fingers barely
By K.B. Silver 3 months ago in Poets
The House on the Hill
The House on the Hill It stands alone, with crooked grace, Its windows blind, its porch askew, The path is cracked with moss and time,
By Marie381Uk 3 months ago in Poets
Invisible Audience
The imaginary deadline of success stares me down and sizes me up I do my best to appear confident and hope that when I get there, that my best will be enough
By Thadeus 3 months ago in Poets
Hour After Heartbreak
October is something of a magic trick She ties a ribbon around my neck and pulls it taut Just to watch the string separate
By Olivia Dodge3 months ago in Poets