performance poetry

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

Avoidance
Avoid Annoyed I see the subtle hesitation But what changed Am I void Of what caused this situation Such silence
By Nicole Higginbotham-Hogueabout a month ago in Poets
Pressure
pressure to perform Is the norm When people are desperate for normalized conditions But the apprehension of fruition
By Nicole Higginbotham-Hogueabout a month ago in Poets
Stranger
Such a stranger in the crowd To those that I'm around I don't hide but still they don't see me They think they do Based on one or two
By Nicole Higginbotham-Hogueabout a month ago in Poets
As One
I move my hands slowly, Do we sing and win teasing the edges with the gentle lines of my fingertips that mark me as individual.
By Paul Stewartabout a month ago in Poets
She Knows What She Wants
She Knows What She Wants She walks forward with a steady gaze, Dark hair resting against a coat rich and deep. Blue eyes bright with thought and decision,
By George’s Girl 2026 about a month ago in Poets
The Athlete
Eyes scan the field. All sound turned mute. The cheers of the crowd have gone missing. Feet dance with deception;
By Moni Martinezabout a month ago in Poets
Thoughtful
My mind starts up before I wake Constantly running like a Broken ticker tape Frozen, I await the silent alarm Haunted by specters
By K.B. Silver about a month ago in Poets
Help needed please
Please can anyone tell me is this from vocal or is it fake as my account isn’t blocked can you all see it ? please reply someone
By George’s Girl 2026 about a month ago in Poets
We Do Not Want World War Three
We Do Not Want World War Three The mothers stand at windows tonight, quiet, listening for distant thunder, Not from the sky, but from men who move pieces across maps and oceans,
By George’s Girl 2026 about a month ago in Poets
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 a month 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 a month 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 about a month ago in Poets