performance poetry

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

My Favourite Colour
When asked what my favourite colour was, I responded..."Black." "Oh, black isn't a colour - it's a shade." In fact, black is the absence of light
By Vicky Ro5 years ago in Poets
Sands of Time
A finite vessel opens up to the infinite Through a black gaping hole Pulling in the light rivalling a blackhole Unsure of vibrations absorbed
By Zartaj Habib5 years ago in Poets
Colors in my Morning
Awake to beams of golden sun. A quick rub of my eyes and I am greeted by my black and white tuxedo cat with a clipped ear and jaunty snagged tooth. My slumber ends and I stumble down the canary yellow hallways to be greeted with a chorus of meows from the other anxious kitties.
By Rosemary Rogers5 years ago in Poets
Stain
In my country, women wear long sleeves and gloves To shield their delicate skin from the sun. They take milk baths and have chemical peels.
By Samantha Bun 5 years ago in Poets
Shades of yellow, gold and honey
shades of yellow, gold and honey There is a voice That is not mine It shines in me Made up of every golden atom I’ve inhaled
By Jessica Lalonde5 years ago in Poets
my home
Purple has always been my favourite colour I've been drawn to its beauty for as long as I can remember Something about it feels so inviting
By Kyrra Catherine5 years ago in Poets
My Rainbow Day
After the storm is a golden sky, so I'm not afraid of the dark. When I'm feeling blue, I take that as my cue, to go to the lush green park.
By Pam Neilands5 years ago in Poets
COLORFUL EXPRESSIONS
Color expresses in many ways, It’s something that can’t be ignored. We experience it throughout our days, Scanning and seeing what isn’t absorbed.
By Doug Scavezze5 years ago in Poets
Colors + Me
Thanks to the, Blue, green, and red, I’m not dead. I’ve kept fed, And beyond the worst nights, Once again, I have a bed.
By Fermin Diaz5 years ago in Poets
Colores
Childhood is bright, wide eyed and gasps. Childhood means light, Everlast dimensions with colors that can only be imagined.
By SASHA ALEXIUS5 years ago in Poets
The Miracles
All the colors of the world inside A grandma’s love is so hard to hide They are my blessings for which I pray And sometimes a cuddle is all they need to say
By Lauren Schwartzbach5 years ago in Poets
blue means everywhere it wants
when you were a little boy your favorite color was blue (nailed it) and when you were a little boy who liked other boys your favorite color was
By Mark Stoll 5 years ago in Poets