performance poetry

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

The Telephone Call
The Telephone Call Her voice came on the telephone line, Clipped and proper, laced with steel, She spoke of manners, class and care,
By Marie381Uk 3 months ago in Poets
The Water’s Answer by Dowsing
The Water’s Answer by Dowsing The morning hums with quiet thought, The rods rest gently in my hands, The ground beneath me waits and knows,
By Marie381Uk 3 months ago in Poets
Full Moon, Half Yours
She thinks we're alone the wolf within me grinning that we never are
By Daniel K3 months ago in Poets
The Bird and the Broken Heart
The Bird and the Broken Heart I sit upon a fragile branch, with pieces resting in my hands. The red bird watches silently,
By Marie381Uk 3 months ago in Poets
loyalty. Content Warning.
requested for commitment to the ambiguous. dedicate to it: verity. faulty funds invest in broken. diminishing dividends
By ⸘jason alan‽3 months ago in Poets
The Mirror Kept My Soul
The Mirror Kept My Soul The mirror waits in a distant room, covered thick in dust and time. Its golden frame is chipped and worn,
By Marie381Uk 3 months ago in Poets
Mr Moon Tonight I Write
Mr Moon, tonight I write A letter for just you It isn’t right that every night We expect all these things from you. 🌑🌓🌔🌗🌛
By Calvin London3 months ago in Poets
“Echoes Across the Clockface”
“Echoes Across the Clockface” A mythic song about time, aging, and the universe past, present, future This story, known as an Outstages Story, is a legendary narrative set across Spain and Italy, featuring time itself as the main character in a café setting.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 3 months ago in Poets
Tracking Marimba
Autumn is an earth-based Broadway. I enjoy the show: bronze, crimson, golden-trimmed trees- captivating backdrops with many a fine actor, singer, dancer, entertaining me. Apple orchard pickings, red stripes, blush, yellow-green- Fuji, Gala, Honeycrisp, Golden Delicious- I eat it all up. Romping squirrels, spiraling leaves, wind-scattered chestnuts, weather shifts, pumpkin patch surprises-- jackolantern galleries in intermingling oranges- they all meet my heartfelt applause.
By Alpha Man3 months ago in Poets
Few Hours of Youth. Content Warning.
Humanity was once in my eyes Faded in my clothes and shoes I used to dance to beating drums and flying colors Then I heard bodies fall in the distance
By KuroHoshi3 months ago in Poets
Common Sense
Give me silence and give it to me like a drug. Inject it into the shallow waters of my veins Until something bursts, something bruises,
By Silver Daux3 months ago in Poets
2 Different
We don’t live in the same America. There’s the one they built on paper, and the one we built out of survival. Theirs has inheritance,
By Cadma3 months ago in Poets