Performance Poetry is poetry out loud; poems brought from the page to the stage.
11/7/25 Cemented in our thousand pound plaid couch, I’ll become the audience, and you, a performer, making balloon animals of avowal,
By Olivia Dodge13 days ago in Poets
The Quiet Weight Of Light There is a room inside me no one has entered, It does not creak or groan when the wind leans close,
By George’s Girl 2026 13 days ago in Poets
💧💧💧💧 The water drop hangs The intent is very clear Anticipation 💧💧💧💧 Till next time, Calvin Entry in the "Haiku of Now" challenge:
By Calvin London14 days ago in Poets
The Monarch's wings spread out to welcome the sun. Celebrating success over trials won. Its color schemes emit the feeling of ease,
By Moni Martinez14 days ago in Poets
Live And Let Live I am not here to be polished for you, Not here to soften my edges, My voice was born rough, And it fits my mouth just fine.
By George’s Girl 2026 14 days ago in Poets
I always worry if I tell it as it is that I'll scare the majority away from me. I always worry if I say how I feel
By Paul Stewart14 days ago in Poets
lost a piece of me breathing in who i am now found a peace of me
By Tina D. Lopez14 days ago in Poets
I know it is normal for all of us to enjoy something we wished we knew how !? A spinal muscle, assuming this is the way we communicate !?
By 365poetry15 days ago in Poets
The Five Cities The city of thieves does not sleep, Its streets coil like blackened serpents, And the walls themselves seem to lean inward,
By George’s Girl 2026 15 days ago in Poets
Would you mind forcing my head underwater? Watching until all the bubbles stop and I finally Have a way to communicate with the mothership
By Silver Daux15 days ago in Poets
No Dosh for the Madam She woke one morning sharp with scheme, A crown imagined, bold and bright, She said, I shall be Madam now,
A subtle tremor gathers beneath my skin— not fear, but ignition. Muscle turns molten, weighted yet willing, elastic with unsung intention.
By LUNA EDITH15 days ago in Poets
