performance poetry

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

Jonathan Costa8 hours ago
Just Bird Talk
So I heard that Red robin Hasn't been rockin' Got caught up in the Tick tockin' Life Parrots are unemployed So I heard And have you seen the nose job On that bird Speaking of noses Toucan's has gotten...
Darick Jones8 hours ago
Out of Love
This is what I remember from that rigid glance that put me in a trance. The shriek of Autumn's breeze. The roar of a thousand trees. But what is this that I miss about you so much. The tenderness of your kiss. The softness of your touch. So it seems so swift you move where street lights beam. You want more... so you search. Going out of my way hazardously, just to get you next to me... yet you run away from me like I am your enemy! Standing on my head. Dashing through the fire at the growl of a ...
thisis Cala10 hours ago
Roses
Now, I know a lot of women crave attention The way roses ache for water With my own eyes, I seen females who wear it like a Scarlet Letter And, if I was the opposite sex I would toss such a female in ...
Jonathan Costa10 hours ago
Wander
Oh, well, I'm the type of guy who will never settle down Wherever my feet'll take me, well, you know that I'm around I won't put down roots I guess I can never be tamed I'll go anywhere as long as the...
Josephine conde11 hours ago
One Question
(explicit language) Your past can fuck up your future. Your future can't fuck up your past. Why so many people live in what can't last. Why hold on to things that bring you anger and pain. Living in t...
Jonathan Costa11 hours ago
Bridges
For every bridge I build Three more I burn With every thoughtless word Gesture learned Accidental spurn I seem to always take the cake When it's my turn To muck up one more Chance Misstep one more Dan...
Valor Gosch12 hours ago
The Lantern
My Daddy always held the lantern to the dark to reveal that there wasn't a threat just the trees that rose high up into the heavens He showed me the night sky and pointed to Orion He told me to be bra...
Samantha Mia13 hours ago
The City With My Light
I’m sitting in the middle of my bed. Smack in the middle of my room. Close your eyes and paint with me. Let me guide you through the city with my light. Cars honking. Cars passing by so fast. Footstep...
Jonathan Costa13 hours ago
Mother of Mine
You can claim That they are all the same Or try to compete like a game Who has the best mom But there's only one name That comes to my brain Who deserves a spotlight But by no means vain Even when she...
SSM Emotion15 hours ago
Getting Closer
Spinning around and back again I form the web of my existence... Turning... Forming... Developing Growing and learning From day to day I refuse to exit the lane As it’s the only one I see... Having al...
Heidi Jann Jones17 hours ago
Bounce
Yo look up G I’m telling you just listen to what I say. We have to start helping a hand and hand and we’ll make a better day. Watching waves wash over us singing seas from shore to shore. You breathe ...
My First Spoken Word Event
I finally worked up the courage to attend an open mic event down the road from my apartment and I thought I would share my experience and maybe give some tips and advice for those of you nervous about...
October Evansa day ago
Keep On Moving
All the roads I've been on The life I've led as the world passes me by All the things I've seen trying to be strong But in the end, it slowly starts to break me and kills me inside I've traveled, look...
Lenora Huỳnh2 days ago
I’ll Have a Cà Phê at the Café
The Vietnamese cà phê sữa đá (literally translated as coffee milk ice) traces back to the French café au lait. Undoubtedly, the original French coffee with fresh milk was introduced to the Vietnamese ...
Neon Odyrah2 days ago
Pause Button
And, action I wish this movie would come to an end Oh wait, that's not a line from this movie Life is that thriller movie without a story end Rules and rules and more rules What to do and what not to ...
Joe Francisco3 days ago
Poems From My Verse Novel Series
Birth of a Damage Bandit The only one who profits from rickety rockets are the ones who have already sold souls to demons. —Prime Clan Sandman
Bazooka Teaches3 days ago
Angel Town Candy
Hear my cries or lend me your futile minds It’s time to go to Angel town It’s time to get high or lose everything While feeling down Fighting is for fools Instead make manic love to your soul With Can...
Allen D. Lyons4 days ago
The Thought Vehicle
These thoughts These thoughts They keep on fleeting They flow from my head To my arm To my hand and my fingers To my pen They activate the ink and spill out onto the paper But how can they flee if the...