performance poetry

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

The Shape of Staying
The Shape of Staying They lean into each other without effort, time resting gently across their faces, lines and marks like quiet maps,
By George’s Girl 2026 10 days ago in Poets
The Good Old Days, 1970
The Good Old Days, 1970 We had one key for the whole front door and left it under the mat Mum said “If they want the telly that bad,
By George’s Girl 2026 10 days ago in Poets
The Good, The Bad, And The Strange
The Good, The Bad, And The Strange The good is found in passing eyes, a look that understands, A quiet nod in crowded rooms, no need for grander plans,
By George’s Girl 2026 10 days ago in Poets
Velvet Sins . Content Warning.
As spiders crawl upon your skin Do you wince or whine Lie awake at twilight as spindles Spin lacy traps Across your window
By Paul Stewart10 days ago in Poets
The Dear John Letter of Alfred J. Prufrock
Dear Mr. Prufrock, I’m adhering to your rule about not addressing you familiarly in company (when are we ever alone?), but I cannot go on like this, with a hundred revisions before toast and tea. It is not your bald spot that chafes me so much as your prefacing every argument with quotes from Dante, in Italian, ensuring that I do not know what you mean at all.
By Harper Lewis10 days ago in Poets
I Can't Get Angry, Fight The Good Fight -------------------Sometimes, Life Was Not Meant For Me To Share Time, And Energy With You ----------- --- Tough Skin - I Am "Tougher" Than YOU, Okay !?
I am not really squermish, but I like this image !? Masculinity is hard to pronounce, but in my religion, they are NOT allowed !?
By 365poetry10 days ago in Poets
I Committed This Crime - Intolerance...
I hate the sky - I can't see it from where I'm sitting !? I hate the bag, that makes others see the sky - hahaha that's not funny, but good try !?
By 365poetry10 days ago in Poets
Madmen at our doors.
I hear the bells a'ringing It's the unholy political hallelujah train Chugging out foul and awful smoke pollution blustering out its blow hole.
By Novel Allen10 days ago in Poets
I Can’t See, Hear, or Speak to You Anymore
I Can’t See, Hear, or Speak to You Anymore My eyes are wrapped in shadowed cloth, The world has vanished into night, I reach for shapes I used to know,
By George’s Girl 2026 10 days ago in Poets
Just a Cork Out on the Ocean
I’m just a cork out on the ocean Bobbing up and down. No purpose to my direction No clear pathway to be found. At the mercy of the waves,
By Calvin London11 days ago in Poets
Every Corner Turns Into A Brick Wall
Every Corner Turns Into A Brick Wall my words scrape against stone, echoes swallowed before they leave. Hands tremble with the weight of sound,
By George’s Girl 2026 11 days ago in Poets
Don’t Crush the Poppies
Don’t Crush the Poppies Heavy boots press into broken earth, Each step a story the ground still keeps, Mud remembers the weight of grief,
By George’s Girl 2026 11 days ago in Poets