performance poetry

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

Alone
Alone by Eric Trules i live alone it's taken me five years to fill up the closet since my girlfriend moved out that many years ago
By Eric Trules8 years ago in Poets
Fish Tank
When I felt him slowly squeezing the life out of me with his words, I thought I could change him But when he was squeezing the life out of me
By Roulette Weekend8 years ago in Poets
Chivalry Is Not Dead in the Men's Room
I’ve heard the Rules of Men in Men’s Rooms Don’t Make Eye Contact Don’t Use the Urinal Directly Next to Another Man And For God’s Sake,
By Roulette Weekend8 years ago in Poets
Zachary Song
I see the red in your eyes, With drama, surprise Can you catch me??? Sometimes I feel so alone like the world will unfold,
By Susan Brotman8 years ago in Poets
Running Away
He ran away. Away to a new life. The life he was living was no longer suitable. It never brought him happiness. It never brought him a pinch of pleasurable pain. Just a sadness. The people around him were so happy. Some were just content with the life they lived. Not him he needed more. He needed to know what happiness felt like. At least for one day.
By MyCrown MyWorld8 years ago in Poets
Warrior/Worrier
Put on your best warrior costume. It’s time to lie. Alone in the dark. Shun out the light. Standing strong to fake a smile,
By Dekker Christopher8 years ago in Poets
May I?
Hey. what are you up for today? The movies? No? How about the mall? No? To the Zoo then? You're not in the mood? Then what is your mood today?
By Emmitt Diaz8 years ago in Poets
Borderline
Slumber. I long for the sweet, sweet slumber where dreams and darkness collide. Too fast. Too fast. fast fast The moving train trying to be caught,
By Dekker Christopher8 years ago in Poets
The Pain
The pain, I fucking hate you! You bother me every night and everyday. I have to face you in every way. Seeing you bothers the shit out of me, dealing with your bullshit bothers the shit out of me. I hate that I can’t get rid of you, you are a part of me. I can’t get rid of you... why don’t you just go away. Take a fucking hint and fucking leave. Why won’t you just go away already... I try not to complain, I try not to cry, out of anger a tear falls. I hate arguing. I can’t live without you. As much as I hate you, you hold me up. You got my back no matter what... I still fucking hate you. You can never make up your damn mind, hurt me or don’t... but you always have my back.
By Aleszandra Tellez8 years ago in Poets
Waves
Rumble! Crash! Splash! Splash! Rumble! Crash! High tide roars, Over the rough and jagged shoreline. Up ahead; The irenic, hushed beach;
By Alexis Olson8 years ago in Poets
Poetry for the Wounded
1. My unique simplicity Just cannot provide For all the emotion The pain that I hide My mask is thick and sturdy
By Michael C. Lafferty-Shockency8 years ago in Poets
World War, Third Movement
I never hoped for this, For our music to fail. I couldn’t see it coming and What would I do if I did And I knew and I heard
By Cassandra DeBaets8 years ago in Poets