Performance Poetry is poetry out loud; poems brought from the page to the stage.
Forest Eyes You have the most beautiful eyes they say, The most striking forest green. Then they ask me if they are real,
By Mary Queen5 years ago in Poets
i. the best names 1. color 2. fruit the best names tell the truth the second they're spoken, no one has needed to clarify: an orange orange.
By Mika Judge5 years ago in Poets
I laid it on thick In anticipation of The Big One Yellow for mnemonics Green for definitions Underlines to guide my eye
By Laura Mundo5 years ago in Poets
It’s all so yellow people say about my hometown. Strange to call it hometown. Strange, in the way it is strange to have a heart finally heal,
By Victoria Rinkous5 years ago in Poets
my- Palette was prepared at birth- Pure, rich and ready- Ground prepared- Edges thick with cool and warm- Mine- Vessel empty-
By Terry bouton5 years ago in Poets
Not quite red and not quite blue. Transforming one’s point of view. Like the shifting autumn tree. Burgundy. Burgandi.
By Burgandi Rakoska5 years ago in Poets
Yellow is the Archer’s ambrosia. The Archer’s addiction, Fear and breath. Yellow like the burning centre. Pulsating light,
By E. L. Blayney5 years ago in Poets
Colors of memories when I had to have a blood test Dad used to drop us off Mum would hold my hand while we ran in almost always late
By Jack Rice5 years ago in Poets
Dad used to drop us off Mum would hold my hand while we ran in almost always late Then we’d wait We’d get to the desk
I travelled 2,108 miles alone on whim, to electric slide through streets of gold. See, I’ve always had this fire within that
By Nichole Jackson5 years ago in Poets
White silk drapes my milky flesh Coiling smoothly round corseted breast. Washing me whiter, yes, whiter than snow by sacrifice of your progeny’s flow.
By Dawn Pachniak5 years ago in Poets
