performance poetry

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

10 Things You Need To Know Before You Even Consider Loving Me
1. I love cats If I were an animal, I would be a cat Adventurous yet lazy Loving yet independent I love cats so much that if we are ever to live together you should not be surprised when I bring one home
By Emily Caldwell9 years ago in Poets
Untitled: A Poem Inspired by, and Composed for, NYU's 2017 May Day Sanctuary
Hello, Vocal community! Here is my performance at the Nuyorican Poet's Café on May 19th, following the Friday Night Poetry Slam (during which they always host an open mic).
By Whitney Graham9 years ago in Poets
White Black
1.) They say to me, whenever I get an attitude, that I'm being racist because I'm white and they're black. 2.)And I have to pause because this rubberneck is about to be one of those crunchy slimes you see on YouTube.
By Bridget Meier9 years ago in Poets
Fathom
I can't think of how some people think that rape culture and body-shaming is alright, Not when just the other day, his little sister cried saying that people are calling her a slut because she sent a pair of boobs to her boyfriend-not even her pair of boobs,
By Bridget Meier9 years ago in Poets
I Know My Bottles Are Loved So Much
I know why bottles are loved so much. Bottles and humans have so much in common. Each bottle is unique. No bottles of cider are ever the same. The name of the brand. The fruit of their nationality. The beauty within. The thrills many seek. Pour its soul in a glass. And another one. And another one. Cheers with a cling.
By Chloe Gilholy9 years ago in Poets
Being Sad Doesn't Make You a Poet
Her response imprinted on my memory: A quick oh no face followed by "Just don't bring down the room..." I had just answered "poetry!" to the question posed: Are you performing anything at the open mic?
By Samie Jo Johnson9 years ago in Poets
Pigment
The pigment of my skin tone has never been relevant enough to me to be considered a possible source of contention or derision or dissension, and yet, this has been a major factor in the course of many a life in reference to position and decision.
By Zionaeus Shekhinah9 years ago in Poets
14/15
14. A week before 15. I remember getting off that number 7 city bus Not knowing what the future held as I walked down that black concrete street.
By Sasha-Brianne McClain9 years ago in Poets
My Bones Hurt
My Bones Hurt. They cry for me. They ache in the absence of contentment. In the abandonment of dreams. In the loss of imagination.
By Sadé Sanchez9 years ago in Poets
I Know Who I am
You open your mouth to judge me Loading your words like Military grade rifles Taking aim at my insecurities And I know
By Dan-O9 years ago in Poets
Best Friends
Don’t you push me away. Don’t you dare. I’ll give you ten reasons why, ten years why you can’t do that to me. I’ve spent more time in your house than my own. I’ve lent things of mine that only to you I would loan. You are my rock, my constant, a never changing pillar. You have been worked into the foundation of my being, and I into yours.
By Taylor Nelson9 years ago in Poets
Stage Fright
Heavy breathing--- Gasp. The wide-eyed boy slowly walked towards the girl with curly brown hair tied with a pink satin ribbon.
By Karen Chapero9 years ago in Poets