Performance Poetry is poetry out loud; poems brought from the page to the stage.
The following poem is for the Vocal + Assist Restaurant Poem Challenge... *** Fro to the Yo at Gibson's; we on the go... 🍦🍦🍦
By Tiffany Gordon3 years ago in Poets
Cropped to length times width. Earth subsumes something borrowed. Cloaked by something blue.
By Sunshine on Brown Skin3 years ago in Poets
dark blue looms in dark winterly leaves' promise shut silvery sky scooped * 10 Dec. 2022 *** Thank you for reading!
By Moon Desert3 years ago in Poets
dear God, i’m sorry i don’t look like you. i have shit embedded into my skin, and i know it makes me reek, because deborah in first grade made everyone hold their nose when i walked into the room.
By Zoya3 years ago in Poets
stately, scamping shade blending into the rock face march of white spirits * 11 Dec. 2022 *** Thank you for reading!
high Himalayas Pseudois only member bharal on the hill * 8 Dec. 2022 *** Thank you for reading!
I’m sorry. * I just can’t write today. I’m burnt down, stressed out, and maybe you can relate. * I’ve been shifting words for hours,
By Sam Eliza Green3 years ago in Poets
Pages colored blue By little artist hands, her Smile a masterpiece
By The Invisible Writer3 years ago in Poets
This is my thirty-first dark poem in the series inspired by Dharrsheena, though more surreally scary than normal. This is a villanelle.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 3 years ago in Poets
Doesn't it make you mad? Doesn't it really aggravate your nerves knowing that you can't look at the sun when it's so breathtaking at this time in the morning? I want to stare. I want to longingly gaze at the sunrise-- watch the colors change and swirl around the sky. I want to watch the magic show and stand in awe as the clouds vanish in the blink of an eye. I want to watch the whole thing. I don't want to miss any part of the story. But I can't watch it because it hurts too much. Doesn't it make you mad that the sun blinds you?
By Jessi3 years ago in Poets
those blue eyes, sultry, with a splash of tragedy, no one is like her
By Daniel K3 years ago in Poets
Windows to her soul, I know from experience, become kryptonite.
