Performance Poetry is poetry out loud; poems brought from the page to the stage.
He resonated a vibrant tune. Lips sealed with a colorful resonating mind, Mental sensation more full than a well aged wine.
By Alan Warner5 years ago in Poets
I never really liked coloring In between the lines. That doesn't make me special That just makes Me, Me. You see,
By RAF & Company5 years ago in Poets
I walk into a room and I am always the odd duck, fixated on the gyrating colours on the wall that somehow translate in my mind to taste.
By Aly Kay5 years ago in Poets
Colors speak loudly, ask my kids so do I, Most people laugh, my boys just wanna run and hide. Why hide your true colors if the intent behind them is true,
By Holly M Cox5 years ago in Poets
A faint whisper just out of reach It’s the only thing that is timeless, Lingering after a scream Have you ever heard silence?
By Ames5 years ago in Poets
I bought my first tube of fire engine red lipstick when I was 12. . I wanted it for a vocal recital because I wanted to associate my mouth with something pretty because I thought the voice that spilled out was anything but.
By Ali Longo5 years ago in Poets
Gold covered saxophones Burst open with lacy checkered notes When she walks into a room Her step is the Mardi Gras anthem
By Nadia Mehretab5 years ago in Poets
They want to be inside of this black body But don't want to wife this black body Too ashamed to show off this black body
By Jamillah Hankerson5 years ago in Poets
Sometimes I miss the days being in the womb Color blind Nothing but a blank mind Nothing to find Clueless in time
By William Dasher5 years ago in Poets
You stumbled upon me a decade ago Back when my eyes were still green like the pines from home Back when my spirit still burned bright for adventures and freedom
By S.J.5 years ago in Poets
To conceal, and what is not, over the light within the pores of my skin, [to you] to anyone,
By Fernando Vazquez5 years ago in Poets
Superpowers surge through humble hominids With the same frequency as common sunshine Yet present peasant people forget.
By Sebastian Matthew Roundtree5 years ago in Poets
