performance poetry

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

The Great Family Clock
Whack clap and a calming pat, A gentle man in a naval hat, Wooden guns elastic bands, Family values passing hands, Clocks swing by as watch hands fly,
By Stuart Thomas7 years ago in Poets
Words
Words Words are the witnesses of our experiences and memories. Spoken word fade into Oblivion but written word is what makes us immortal.I speak to influence the Here and Now, to make change that I can see and feel. I write to influence the future, to continue my life's work, to make change when I am dead and gone.
By Monsoor Ali7 years ago in Poets
Déja Vu
I rely on the figment of my flight to fancy on paper. I rely on the fonts to flavor the content of my scrolls But how do I know my poetic politics solve Pandora's box?
By ShondaWho7 years ago in Poets
Remember the Living
Remember The Living. Those who are recently widowed, And walking around with half their heart worn on their sleeve. Those trying to figure out how to pick up the pieces and put them back together again in the jigsaw puzzle we call life.
By Amanda Zylstra7 years ago in Poets
Psychopath
I see dead people, they see me too. But that's a secret between me and you. Don't tell a soul Oh please don't say! they'll only try to lock me away!
By Haley Vandyke7 years ago in Poets
A Life of Mondays
One thing never changes Mondays always suck. They suck because… it is the start of another long week A long drawn out week
By Antony King7 years ago in Poets
Retrospective
I find that, from time to time, I will open up past journals and revisit my poetry and writing. Several times in my life, I have contemplated using some of these past writings in a novel or story. This concept has hit me again today as Nanowrimo is coming up, and I thought I would share some previous work as I look through the journals.
By Nalda Parker7 years ago in Poets
I'm a Vampire
I am a vampire. But it isn't what you think. I am a vampire because I cannot sleep. I don't bite other people's necks I don't need their blood to live.
By Haley Vandyke7 years ago in Poets
Don't Trust Them
I can't trust them - any of them! They are waiting for me to fail. But I won't. I'll show them. I don't need help. They are just trying to sabotage me.
By Lorraine Woiak7 years ago in Poets
Blurred Eutopia
Interrupted happiness Two against one Forgotten feelings Escaping air Limited breath Give me a reason to breathe Disrupted eutopia
By Skylar Rella7 years ago in Poets
Mall Memoirs
I’ve been In a canning frenzy. We cant just live off yogurt, ‘cuz that’s got a date. That just doesn’t work. We came from there.
By Mary Benson7 years ago in Poets
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By ©I.M. "That Girl," Inure Muse7 years ago in Poets