performance poetry
Performance Poetry is poetry out loud; poems brought from the page to the stage.
Saturdays Warriors & Massage Treatments
Saturday is a special day, a day we put down work & play. Through with a week we do feel gay! Weekends are fun we do cut loose. We work through the week, this we choose, those who do not die as they snooze. Life’s a game it fills us with joy! Go out & live it, don’t be coy. Our talents & skills we employ. When we have fun there is no fear. Day by day we master our years. By example we teach our peers. We’re full of life we love our fun! With our days we worship the sun! With each end things new have begun. We live life wondrous & free! Everyone has the right to be, all life’s sacred even a tree.
By David Duran 4 years ago in Poets
Thousand Eyes #0006
#Poem0006 the universe is mental the whole creation is in your head everything surrounding you is an extension of you every atom every living thing every object everything you know everything you don't know you are me and I'm you from a different perspective this nature is illusion you came from pure love and with love you can end the confusion
By Ruben Alejandro4 years ago in Poets
Into The Storm: An Avatar Poem
Quick Intro: I have always fiddled around with writing poetry and song lyrics (which are sung only in my head). Sometimes, my work is inspired by films and TV shows that I watch. It's like I created a soundtrack for what entertains me. So, I decided to post one of these poems on Vocal to see how people react. This one was written for one of my favorite animated series, Avatar: The Last Airbender. The first, part is written from Aang's point of view, and the second part is Zuko's point of view. Enjoy!
By Sarah Loyd4 years ago in Poets
Brother
May 21, 2021, marked 13 years since the passing of my younger brother. People like to pretend that time heals all wounds. But for those who are beginning their passage through grief following the loss of a loved one, I would like to offer the words of the chorus below because they are truer than anyone is willing to admit. Sometimes remembering the deceased will feel like reopening a painful wound. At other times it will be a welcomed comfort. I have found that learning to accept both scenarios is the only way to move through my own grief.
By Heather Holland4 years ago in Poets
