performance poetry

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

Indigo Child
So I tell you kid I see you know I see your truth I see your soul No need to hide Sometimes we lie In the end it's never worth
By Neon Moon8 years ago in Poets
The Last Proclamation of My Soul...
I believed in you. I wanted you to be my everything. You painted me such a beautiful picture of the future. You allowed me to believe it. You told me you would be there for me. You promised to take me away from the turmoil I’ve always known. You promised serenity, peace, structure. As I teetered the gate between my world and yours I neglected to peek.
By Priss Lee8 years ago in Poets
Dear Nan
I've recently started uploading regularly to my YouTube Channel. By regularly, I mean once a month as I am working 30 hours a week in a sweet shop. I made this last summer for my Nan's birthday but put off posting it so it was easier to post monthly. The words of the poem are below if you are interested. Not the best drawer as you can see from the grid. However, I decided the best place to start my channel would be to make videos showing my gratitude to all the people that have helped me become me as they are also most likely to watch my videos at the start of this journey. Speaking of journey's, I will start off by experimenting with this channel with what I prefer to make so, I may end up writing poems of appreciation and then just give them to people if I feel that this may be more of an animation channel by the end of trying out lots of things. We shall see and I hope you enjoy. If you look at the channel this video is on you will find some of my university and A-level projects already there. I would be grateful for any comments, likes or shares.
By Victoria-Louise Sweet8 years ago in Poets
You Got None
This isn't a redemption game and i'm not trying to spit from the bible. If you were a true friend you would have gave me a
By Alexia Villanueva8 years ago in Poets
Beautiful Brutality
These stories escape and we began to see a story of perspectives like rose-colored lips whispering secrets. My puzzle pieces form her skin like slivers of white charismatic flowers.
By Alexia Villanueva8 years ago in Poets
My Name Is...
“My name is Margaret, but you can call me Mar…” MAR is the girl whose confidence and charisma strikes you immediately. Mar is the name that people easily remember for its clarity and ease. Mar is a name that you just cannot get wrong. MARGARET is the girl whose voice fades away apologetically when she is asked to repeat her name one more time.
By Margaret Joy M8 years ago in Poets
Eye Am
Eye am. Coming out of my monkey brain. Remembering what I knew from the start. Working with vision not from eyes but from the heart.
By Joe Miata8 years ago in Poets
Deliverance
Anger, Bitterness, Destruction. Joy, Gratitude, Reconstruction. The waters overwhelming. The son's hands inviting. Failure, Mistakes, Trials.
By Triztian Marroquin8 years ago in Poets
Mind Matter
we are all so insignificant without each other isn't that comforting? I think so especially from the very top floor
By Kira Stevens8 years ago in Poets
Nothing to the Sands of Time
Time. None, it evades. Minutes... Weeks... Decades... Halt and desist, it doth not. Quite unrelenting in thought. Tis a commodity most sought,
By Declan Nieradka8 years ago in Poets
How Many Times?
How many times did you say, "I'm sorry?" How many times did you say, "Forgive me?" How many times did you say, "It won't happen again?" How many times did you beg them to stay? How many times were you the reason they sat in the shower crying? How many times did they cry themselves to sleep because of you? How many times did you make them feel like shit? How many times did they feel worthless or less than a human because of something you said or did? How many times will you tell yourself, "I can change?" How many times?
By Anthony Ray8 years ago in Poets
She Is Art
I'm a muse in love with the world. I'm an artist without a craft. I am your greatest tool, let me inspire your art, I am your muse, her muse, everyone's muse. I am 63 pure inches of Inspiration.
By Kierra Khan8 years ago in Poets