performance poetry
Performance Poetry is poetry out loud; poems brought from the page to the stage.
Poison’s Last Drop
It's your poison that tore apart the Mr. and Mrs. But despite what it is, All the more you fill my mind with dangerous wishes
Josh MorganPublished about 2 hours ago in PoetsI Will Ramble
a collection of words jumbled up in a pile little things that I’ve heard but haven’t used in awhile - bounce around like a ball
Kelli Sheckler-AmsdenPublished about 3 hours ago in PoetsBrain and Computer
brain coiled, intelligent thinking, finding, innovating clever, help, assist, friend helping, building, educating
She said, “Let’s Make a Time to Rhyme Every Month.” And We Did Just That.
This morning when waking up much too early, I had this thought. Wouldn’t it be great if all the new writers were to join us in rhyming one day a month? And then get your Facebook pals to do the same! So much fun!
Denise E LindquistPublished about 16 hours ago in PoetsLUST AND THE SEA
In the hush of twilight's tender embrace, Where the ocean's whispers weave their grace, I wandered, lost in the ebb and flow,
David OkosunPublished about 19 hours ago in PoetsMy name is darkside
In the depths where shadows linger, Where whispers echo and fears take shape, There lies a realm few dare to venture, Where the soul confronts its darkest cape.
David OkosunPublished a day ago in PoetsI am what I deserve
When you start to store reserve To the people who preserve Life is a curve Of all I Deserve Expectations are not for sure
No Returns
It's better to give than to receive- Right? But what's coming to me- Some give out what I'd rather not receive Won't take no for an answer-
Josh MorganPublished 2 days ago in PoetsMaster's Piece
_____________ you draw me into you erasing parts you say don't work reworking pieces you say don't fit __ you paint
Christy MunsonPublished 2 days ago in PoetsFor Ruth
Sing-sing me a melody in your bad Scottish-Essex accent lift my spirits from the gutter to the sky's grand entrance Tell me you love me
Paul StewartPublished 2 days ago in PoetsPaint Me!
Paint me! Yes! please Paint me into time indefinite itself! with umber for my searching, eager eyes of love and pain titanium white, yellow ochre and burnt umber, for my skin, my warmth
Paul StewartPublished 3 days ago in Poets- Top Story - May 2024
Psychomachia
"Fragile. Handle With Care." You dropped my heart Cognizant it was made of glass I watched it descend in slow motion A careless mishap? A sabotage, mayhap?
Dharrsheena Raja SegarranPublished 3 days ago in Poets