performance poetry
Performance Poetry is poetry out loud; poems brought from the page to the stage.
Ink blot
These colors get together and become iridescent in there essence. Her Red cheecks get a Pink hue when her joy’s coming through. She lets her past be the past keep it in the rearview. I see her as a blessing, learned my lesson, taking things for granted then wondering why a stone is so hard. Silly oxymorons poping White oxy co Don's, my poerty is so free improper grammar, no stanzas just a bunch of run ons, the same cheeks turn blu when I say I'll be gone, I'm trying to focus on creating a green planet, I hate plastic... no new friends I still run with a small circle so if they puff puff and pass, I get my Purple back fast. Fit my whole life in a Black East Pack, I love Cali life so I must go back, where you don’t have to get all Orange in tanning bed, go get some real sun instead! Or just sit with me underneath our money tree in the shade.
By Duray Lawrence 5 years ago in Poets
