performance poetry
Performance Poetry is poetry out loud; poems brought from the page to the stage.
The Traveller
I see the road ahead The fields stretching beyond the horizon The sky turning red The fields will be my bed. There are no borders I know of
Ricky LahiriPublished about 3 hours ago in PoetsThe leathery lord
The leathery lord of the sun-scorched plains, With eyes that hold wisdom in desert rains. He treads on the sand, a silent machine,
mahmoud elsaadPublished about 11 hours ago in PoetsThe Ship with a Hunch
The sands whisper tales of the Ship of the Desert, A beast with a hump, where the sun's fire is kept. He carries the nomad, a guide and a friend,
mahmoud elsaadPublished about 11 hours ago in PoetsWhat Makes a Mother?
Brown woman, white children Many will say that is not her cub, But a mother is more than biological birth; It is the nurturing nature of a Woman.
Sofia Loren PerezPublished about 18 hours ago in PoetsT-Wreckx-n-Effect
Yo, I'm mother effing Tyrannosaurus Rex Just look at my sexy green scaly pecs The Laramidian mighty predator apex Tho' I got tiny brains, tiny hands
Paul StewartPublished about 18 hours ago in PoetsIn Fugacious Bliss
hold me captive, and Stop - i n h a l e the fresh May breeze in fugacious b l i s s * Thanks for reading! Author's Notes: While trying to think of something for Mike's awesome challenge, I came up with this senryu...It's a bit cheerier and romantic, much like my recent poem, For Ruth. Enjoy!
Paul StewartPublished about 20 hours ago in PoetsRaindrop Serenade
Softly falls the gentle rain, Tapping on my window pane. Each drop whispers, "Hello! friend," Bringing comfort without end.
spin me a tale
spin me a tale (of blood and more) a tale of sin (of pain and gore) of sin regale(introspect) regale a tale(retrospect) a tale to pale (intro... vert?)
Paul StewartPublished a day ago in PoetsSteppum Eht
"You know The Muppets are evil incarnate, right?" he asked with a quiver and quake as the blood dispersed from his face "The puppet controls the hand, don't you know?"
Paul StewartPublished a day ago in PoetsIs the beauty of realism a facet of truth or the prescribed norm of society?
Is the beauty of realism a facet of truth or the prescribed norm of society? The beauty of the strides reckons itself like the clock work's step
Hridya SharmaPublished a day ago in PoetsSubmarine
Everyone is so worried about keeping their boat afloat In hopes life will keep them off the ropes But I’m just a slick and lean submarine
Atomic HistorianPublished a day ago in PoetsSavage
Just a savage Trying to live average But these scavengers are ravenous Thank you for reading my work. If you enjoyed this story, there’s more below. Please hit the like and subscribe button, you can follow me on Facebook, Twitter, and Instagram @AtomicHistorian. To help me create more content, leave a tip or become a pledged subscriber. I also make stickers, t-shirts, etc here.
Atomic HistorianPublished a day ago in Poets