performance poetry

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

What is Color?
It’s not the shade of our skin Tint in our eyes Tone of our hair Or glow on our cheeks Nor illustrated by the iridescence sky
By Aurora Ash5 years ago in Poets
I Love U , Wherever U Are
I know your childhood was really rough but it made you stronger and made you tough. Look at you now, you can put your fists up didn’t need no one help when things was fucked up. That color green you love that shit, I can see them dollar signs in your eyes, staring at your account I think I’m going blind. Because I need it! I need that paper, the paper, I need the paper, that paper, family didn’t teach me how to get it, so got up off my ass! Looking for jobs looking for cash, by any means.
By nikko5 years ago in Poets
Color Me Clear
What color am I? Irish green or Cherokee red? Italian olive or Polska white? Emo black or Generational grey The secret rainbow I hide inside
By Gene Lass5 years ago in Poets
reflection
white light contains all the colors: we learn this in science class, watching a prism split a beam. as light bounces off an object to enter our eyes,
By WordSmithtress5 years ago in Poets
To Know Me
I am me and me alone, and my emotions are unknown. Even to me I have to say, for they change from day to day. I often have the urge to write,
By Sue Koert5 years ago in Poets
Lips
Mauve is the color of my lips The lips that I line with revolutionary lines and color in with bold uncomfortable truths, The lips I paint with honest statements to embolden myself to speak the truth and not worry about it being too pretty, or too disruptive, or too much of anything.
By Charity Luster5 years ago in Poets
The Boy In Pink
BLUE WAS THE DISGUISE ABIDING BY SOCIETAL NORMS THOUGH THE ENERGY INSIDE RADIATED A BRIGHTER FORM 90210 DOLLS PLAYED WITH IN SECRECY
By Anthony Saunders5 years ago in Poets
Orange
Sometimes sweet, Sometimes bitter, Sometimes both. An occurrence between red and yellow, Complemented by blue, Desired between greens,
By IZIT5 years ago in Poets
A Ballad of Red
Red. It means shades of satin, Coveted by lovers, Naked bodies draped in these covers. * Red. It means love, danger, and passion.
By Rain Dayze5 years ago in Poets
Mother's Day
The brown child of a white mother looking like no other on my block or school or family, too born of heartache and shame
By Dawn Olderr-Montalvo5 years ago in Poets
Colouring Outside the Lines
I came in red and hot, Tiny and spluttering, Early, 'You're far too early to be in this room right now.' 28 weeks and flooding cars,
By Amelia W5 years ago in Poets
Sierra Mountain Hues
My Our Your Roots ebbing Her Sea We Hear Rainbows Blossoming in He Zooms for Her Bloom & just as it Ends Life Begins again
By Sierra Humphrey5 years ago in Poets