performance poetry

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

I Was Not Raised to Be Silent
The Voice Within I was not raised to be silent. I was not raised to bow or shrink when the world told me to. Sparking Through Fear I was raised to speak even when my voice trembled. To speak even when it echoed against walls that refused to listen.
By Shoaib Afridiabout 24 hours ago in Poets
I Carry My Trauma Quietly
I carry my trauma quietly. Not like a flag. Not like a war drum. It lives in the corners of my mind, where sunlight never reaches.
By Shoaib Afridiabout 24 hours ago in Poets
The Last Account of Nelly Dean
The Last Account of Nelly Dean They speak her name now in quiet rooms. Not with love, not with anger, but with a careful tone.
By George’s Girl 2026 a day ago in Poets
The Night Before the Rope
The Night Before the Rope The corridor settles into silence. Iron doors closed, the sound of keys long gone. He sits on the narrow bed and watches the lantern light
By George’s Girl 2026 a day ago in Poets
Where Am I Going To Go When I Have Been "Married" .......................................................Sometimes The Questions People Ask, Never Made Sense In The First Place, Never !!!
Okay, so all the persons in life has come to a conclusion !? They have all agreed - I should not be with you at the time of your lovely "passing" ..... I should not have been with you through the times you were in pain !? I, sat down and argued about the millions of unwanted messages through a text !? Frankly I'm tired NOW, and a little happy too !? Missed emotions for the things we think of, and what we will do !? We want to feel special I understand - but nothing changed, I am still and will remain the SAME...... human being, I was before all these things, EXCEPT You now know me as the name you placed on the CARD, that's all !?
By 365poetrya day ago in Poets
From Newcastle To Whitby
Introduction I love going to Whitby and I used to drive but Whitby is not a place for cars, just park them and that's it. We usually stay at La Rosa (my favorite hotel ever) or Dillons (just a lovely welcoming place) and my stories about them are at the end of this.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 2 days ago in Poets
Numbers Are Very Important IN "Life" - I Have Eaten "96" Mangoes - Where Did I "Threw" The Skin, Where ?
Listen, I didn't pass any subjects in school !? I hadn't been to any college - I'm just... well, a person !? I'm just a person who "continuously" assumes the mind is a terrible thing to - "disappear", but who knows it's beginning to make sense !?
By 365poetry2 days ago in Poets
This Is "Entitled" - If I Just GO Out !?
If I just GO out, the chicken wouldn't taste SOO great, and mind you - I cannot cook, not even to save "MY" life !? If I just GO out, I'd learn SOO many things from others, and their lives as though it was MINE !? If I just GO out, I'm hoping I could find the perfect candy to sparkle my eyes - the way in which it marvels at the sunrise !?
By 365poetry2 days ago in Poets
Sunset
As daylight fades, a golden flame, The sunset whispers a soft, sweet name. Horizon drips in a crimson glow, Painted in fire, as moments slow.
By Sk3 days ago in Poets
The Urban Prince
My Life Is Amiable, I Feel The Love, I See The Beauty In The Air... Hardships Of Surviving Began To Erasure.
By HandsomelouiiThePoet (Lonzo ward)3 days ago in Poets
“The Voice I Was Waiting For Was Inside Me All Along”
I called for you in the darkest hour, When truth was heavier than my breath, When the floor beneath my fragile soul Was crumbling softly into death.
By imtiazalam3 days ago in Poets
Why Don't You?
You always say you were the gentle one. Maybe you always meant to be... But I grew up learning how to fill the spaces where your love should've been for me.
By Sara Wilson3 days ago in Poets