performance poetry
Performance Poetry is poetry out loud; poems brought from the page to the stage.
We Don't Exist For You. Content Warning.
A while ago I collaborated on a poem in support of Athika Ahmed and women's voices everywhere. There was a call for any kind of writing, poems and verses mainly, inspired by the terms "They call us" and "We are". I knew I had many poems along those lines. I took several lines from different poems of my own and made a new one. There were many participants and a verse was taken from each, including one of mine. So, I'm sharing the poem I made from my own poems. Maybe you can guess which line they took from it.
By Amanda Lyonsabout 9 hours ago in Poets
Who is Fate
March 5 2026 Forgiveness is a man I met last night. The moon was stuck behind a building and I couldn’t climb anywhere near it. He told me my efforts were hollow— God bless your mind but it’s got no use here. Craters dug into my palms by his crescent nails left me with brandings— belonging to a foe is more than belonging to none at all. More implication, more value, more sense of thing; so I ask Forgiveness a series of questions and he does not answer. What am I meant to do? When the moon watches me and I cannot return the same. My nails have been gone since the second my teeth grew tall, so I am left taking and never giving. I am left in darkness with no moon and no place to be, no thing to which I belong, a foe’s mark and rigid divots in enamel. If every part of this body is branded, where will my soul continue? Where does it stop now that I am fluid in daytime wires? Lampposts line every street forever and he knows I’m weighing them down. The power’s been out this whole time. Can I ask you one last question? Who decides my fate now that I’m dead?
By Olivia Dodgeabout 18 hours ago in Poets
