performance poetry

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

Anus Horribilis: Tragedy Domestica
Anus horribilus If you don't wipe Not too hard tho Or the paper turns Well.. what? - brown plus red: Terra cotta Toilet Rosetta stone-like Parchment, Or scroll Of problematic bowels - Someone said annual I heard anal - Someone said therapist I screamed Sex offender
By Paul Stewart3 days ago in Poets
Thursday "22 October", 2009........ (please note currently 2026 is NOW) .......... 9:22 A.M. - I Can Cook, I Assure You, I Can Cook !!!
So I was browsing the internet, you know the usual thing !? Can you believe I have a "DIAMOND" ring !? It was placed in the cup, no the spoon - no the rose NOO the ........
By 365poetry3 days ago in Poets
You Eat With the Devil and Sleep With an Angel
You Eat With the Devil and Sleep With an Angel The candle wept upon the sill, its sorrow thin and pale, A trembling light that dared not speak, yet told a deeper tale.
By George’s Girl 2026 3 days ago in Poets
Two Grumpy Old Women Looking For Two Old Men
Two Grumpy Old Women Looking For Two Old Men Two grumpy old women sit, side by side, With folded arms, and stubborn pride,
By George’s Girl 2026 4 days ago in Poets
I Should Not Have Looked
I Should Not Have Looked There is something wrong in this house, Not loud, not clear, Just wrong enough, That you notice it when you’re alone.
By George’s Girl 2026 4 days ago in Poets
The Tides of Melancholy
Within the depths of the rivers of woe, the radiant sun has since lost his way, and having nowhere left for me to go, I turn my back and leave behind the Day.
By Lizzy Rose4 days ago in Poets
I SAT ALONE ON THE HOLIDAY
written, created, edited by Vicki Lawana Trusselli & my little Sweetie Bird, punk rocker Even with all the horror in the world, Sweetie Bird has entered her full punk rock era, mohawk up, attitude sharp, tiny heart wide open.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 4 days ago in Poets
Under the Stairs It Waits
Under the Stairs It Waits There is a space beneath the stairs, Where light forgets to stay, Where dust hangs thick like something living,
By George’s Girl 2026 4 days ago in Poets
The Locksmith’s Last Key
The Locksmith’s Last Key He came at dusk, with iron breath, Keys whispering low in his coat, Each one held a door long buried,
By George’s Girl 2026 4 days ago in Poets
He Keeps The Keys
He Keeps The Keys He stood outside too long, Not knocking, just listening, Like the door had a pulse, Like it knew him.
By George’s Girl 2026 4 days ago in Poets
Foxfire
Copper in the low light Poison on a slow night Moment like a match head Praying I will strike it just right I gave you all of my good side while you showed me yours
By SUEDE the poet4 days ago in Poets
Why I Hate the Sunshine
The first warm day of the year And I return from the store Sweating lightly in my t-shirt and shorts Waiting for the air to kick in
By Gene Lass4 days ago in Poets