performance poetry

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

See the world in color.
Blue stains my cheeks as you paint a, Red scarlet letter across my soul. Black clouds cast shadows over the words I let roll off my tongue, “I’m gay.”
By Johanna Mack5 years ago in Poets
Less is More
I'm a lover of all Colors. So Devine in my colors blind.. The beauty is that I don’t have to pick a favorite. I get to savor it. Don't water it down. I like my colors rich, real thick so it pours slow, and at the same time breathe in, breathe out and let it go. You go be you; there, true colors will show. Just know normal is not natural for the impeccable. Life is a process we all signed up for. The rules of the contest say I need more than 100 words to be accepted. So I tried to just respect it. Unfortunately I only needed a few words to express that color so vividly illuminates everything for me.
By Duray Lawrence 5 years ago in Poets
One Canvas
A baby born pure and bright A slate to be painted By the canvas of life We are all the same Underneath And then like the original blast
By Amber Boedeker5 years ago in Poets
Our Plum-Plump Lips Mottled Mauve
Music & Visuals created by author with generative music app “Bloom: 10 Worlds; Karabekian.” Two strangers on opposite sides of town;
By Pedro B. Gorman5 years ago in Poets
Scintillating
To scintillate - that is my fate. To reflect - I am life’s architect. Some say I’m crazy, others insane. But truth is my glass and pain is my frame.
By Alexis Bre5 years ago in Poets
Complex Walnut Skin
The other day my daughter told her teacher the thing she loves is her skin color. Her walnut espresso skin is so loveable…
By Ebony Singh5 years ago in Poets
These Colors of Love
I was conceived on a double rainbow day, you probably raised your eyebrows and said, okay? Yes, yes, I know this is oddly specific,
By Victoria Esquibell5 years ago in Poets
RED is the colour of my true self
RED is the colour of my true self When I look in the mirror, I see an old soul I am bold, I am warm, my heart is never cold
By Mary Mangion5 years ago in Poets
There Will Be Peace
When we think then There will be peace When we try then There will be peace When we hope then There will be peace When we love above differences
By Distinguished Honorary Alumni Dr. Matthew Primous5 years ago in Poets
The Crimson
in this land of crimson manic temperament is an Olympian, I panic infinitely in a span of instances as I reckon with how damn intense it is,
By Aaron Feinstein5 years ago in Poets
Shining Brightly
Before I was here I was there and there I was a rainbow. Glimmering, shining my only purpose but to shine brightly and what a purpose.
By Ruth Humphreys5 years ago in Poets
Green for Summer in Beijing
When the night wind tires of bearing up The wings of returning birds And lays itself down instead on the furl of a dark silting stream,
By Yinqi Zhou5 years ago in Poets