Performance Poetry is poetry out loud; poems brought from the page to the stage.
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 12 minutes ago in Poets
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 about 3 hours ago in Poets
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 Stewartabout 5 hours ago in Poets
Dear Mr. Prufrock, I’m adhering to your rule about not addressing you familiarly in company (when are we ever alone?), but this just isn’t working for me anymore.
By Harper Lewisabout 5 hours ago in Poets
I am not really squermish, but I like this image !? Masculinity is hard to pronounce, but in my religion, they are NOT allowed !?
By 365poetryabout 7 hours ago in Poets
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 !?
🔥 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 Allenabout 8 hours ago in Poets
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 about 14 hours ago in Poets
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 Londonabout 18 hours ago in Poets
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 about 21 hours ago in Poets
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 about 24 hours ago in Poets
Lord, teach my restless heart to wait in peace, To trust Your hand when storms refuse to cease. When shadows rise and doubts begin to grow,
By CA'Di LUCE * Confessions & Memories in Conversations with friends!/ It’s not a revolution—it’s a quiet evolution.a day ago in Poets
