performance poetry

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

I Got a, a Leaky Faucet
I got a, a leaky faucet gushing away On a bright Hawaiian Christmas day That's the anxious message that I left for you
By Jason A6 years ago in Poets
When the Audience Claps
When the audience claps We, the performers, feel appreciated If the audience didn’t clap We, the actors, would feel the gloom
By Nikki Kanwal6 years ago in Poets
The Wound
|The Wound. | These thoughts of darkness that fill my mind, are like the comfort of an old friend. The inevitability of death is a condolence,
By Paige Buffat6 years ago in Poets
Gone
Losing my skin Losing my face of past sins What does it take to be king? I need everything Now I got nothing Never in control
By Bazooka Teaches6 years ago in Poets
I Imagine
I imagine myself, In a space away from here. Maybe I'm stuck in the void, Some place between warmth and cold. The place where you feel everything and suddenly,
By Mihaela Vasileva6 years ago in Poets
Anger
Anger is a funny word, You use it to taunt, You use it to hurt. You use it, And yet you’re the one who says Is misunderstood.
By Mihaela Vasileva6 years ago in Poets
This is How I Stand
This is how I stand. With my back straight, And justice held in my hand. I dare not move past my limit. I dare not say that my duty
By Mihaela Vasileva6 years ago in Poets
Enough
I see you’re with someone new Hope life treats you better boo Hope she gives you what I wanted to Hope she always stays true to you
By Sarah Holdsworth6 years ago in Poets
Don’t Let Jim Know
Oh my good friend Jim. He lived in a boat by the Hampton Roads. The best fisherman I ever knew, but a very bad cop.
By Chloe Gilholy6 years ago in Poets
The Stoning
Beware Beware scent of spites sentiments in the air Something simmers awesome often doctored and proffered The telling willing of the stoning unknowing
By Douglas Brayton II6 years ago in Poets
Gratitude
I think of all the people who held me when I was a baby My tear tainted eyes sadly realize that I have not called any of them lately
By Douglas Brayton II6 years ago in Poets
The Road to Awe - Alexis Karpouzos
This morning I walked the path to awe, i met gods frustrated and angels sad. The people had abandoned them and the magic had tumbled. Now, people are orphans, wanderers across the night, frightened meteors looking for the source of awe.
By Alexis Karpouzos6 years ago in Poets