performance poetry

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

Unbroken
This shit, it gets a little heavy sometimes, Again, I pick up this pen, Turning my sorrows, Into this rhyme, I've got nothing to lose,
By Skye Day8 years ago in Poets
A Moment
Slow motion The arrow moved that way Air piercer, hang glider Angel of death, Yet beautiful for its short life I marvel at the simplicity of the world
By Dingus Lord8 years ago in Poets
Letter to the Moon
Letter to the Moon Dear moon, do not fright It must be scary Being up there, so high But you are safe You will never fall,
By Micah smith8 years ago in Poets
A Changing Life
Some have said With birth Comes death, But how is it so, That it lasted Six years? Six years Six birthdays Spent at funerals
By Piper Schilling8 years ago in Poets
X's in Your Eyes
You belief in the one true dark power Can’t stop you Can’t stop that sound X's in your eyes You take over And want to get sexy
By Bazooka Teaches8 years ago in Poets
The Ideal Man
I was wanted when I was born I am a very cherished Mexican girl I was raised to be my father’s princess and to be my mother’s partner in crime
By Blargha blarg8 years ago in Poets
The Devil's Poem
Eyes of vivid light green, Heart of downright mean. She's gone from rags to riches, Just by giving a few misguided kisses.
By Laurel Walls8 years ago in Poets
Lost in Vocalization
Warning! If you are close to the one you love this poem may excite you to nymphomania. If you are taking any drugs that alter the senses, it is advised to wait three days as this poem is so hot it may cause severe hallucinations. And if you have a heart condition well you gone die anyway so look at this as dying on top of your fine ass woman during—well you figure it out!
By I AM. Master of Arts8 years ago in Poets
The Siren Call
Allow your mind wander to the things that hurt, to your meandering river of melancholy thoughts. Let it wash over you and make you clean and new,
By Elizabeth Caitlin8 years ago in Poets
Bib for Hell
Hanging in the streets where the dirt lingers She finds wicked life and fun is full of freaks and diggers A little is more than enough to make her glitter
By Bazooka Teaches8 years ago in Poets
Change
There’s something special about change Something special in the way it makes you feel Something special in the way it makes you see
By Claudia Coto8 years ago in Poets
I Am Here
One day I knew what I wanted and how I was going to get there. And just like that, I didn't know anything anymore. Blocked me away from the world for a while, with hope to find myself again,
By Yesenia Chaidez8 years ago in Poets