Performance Poetry is poetry out loud; poems brought from the page to the stage.
Everyday, at about 5:30 am for just a moment The sky turns purple The sun, wakes up with redness in its eyes,
By Chev Guthrie5 years ago in Poets
My toes on tarmac Nails & feathers to balance Up & down to park aide Dodging totem poles Solid ground i find myself
By CE Cormier5 years ago in Poets
Shades of beauty black and white No one to care nothing is in sight Conscious of what I think or say Look at the world we live in today
By Sophia McCray5 years ago in Poets
Colors True by Poet t.l. sanders Like something you've never seen before Or so it seems The beautiful unknown is… knocking at your, now, open door
By Poet t.l. sanders5 years ago in Poets
I’ve learned that Light is a spectrum. The multitude of Colors always Appealed to me. ROY G BIV is how It was explained to
By Symone Brielle5 years ago in Poets
There is injustice in the game of chess. Your privilege always makes the first move. My move takes a step back. Call me the colour...black.
By Jenny Meya5 years ago in Poets
cotton candy aqua and magenta sunrise clouds . are transness . are queer . are umbrella . because queer lives always expect rain over sun
By Ali Longo5 years ago in Poets
Red. -Not pink? No. Red. Like the koolaid Ring around my rosy lips. The maple leaves of the trees I climb. The blood that flows when I fall.
By Savannah Nulton5 years ago in Poets
I call this my foundation To makeup artist it’s the groundwork to blurring imperfections But I want y’all to see clearly that perfection doesn’t exist
By William Roberts5 years ago in Poets
Would I see color if I had been born blind? How does blue sound? Would the blues truly be an emotional state if I listened to the music?
By Daniel Lestrud5 years ago in Poets
I grew up in the picked clean bare skeleton Outside of a steel mill city with a fervent rust complexion Where the building bricks ran down with ombres of rouge along their sides,
By Jacob McIntyre5 years ago in Poets
Pink Reminds him of piglets and bunny noses Ballet slippers and dance parties with dad Hide and seek in a one room apartment, pandemic style
By Robert Sanchez5 years ago in Poets
