Performance Poetry is poetry out loud; poems brought from the page to the stage.
Not by light, Not by power, but the power in me. To become a statement of the colours that define the star, the moon, created by mankind.
By LOVUTTA 5 years ago in Poets
A world where one shade is different from the next, A place where we all find it hard to connect. Where the beauty of colour is perceived differently,
By Renae5 years ago in Poets
All the lives I’ve lived, my mother has given me one name: Cassandra, or a legacy of silence built in the bones of a burning tower. I was
By Cassandra Poulos5 years ago in Poets
The way I feel the rhythm, the way I feel the beat, This is what makes me beautiful, and this is what makes me unique,
By Catherine 5 years ago in Poets
A deep blue ocean. Wondering what’s beneath, wondering where it ends, going beyond what your eyes can reach. Do I even know myself?
By Sa'mya5 years ago in Poets
The way I feel the rhythm, the way I feel the beat, This is what makes me beautiful, and this is what makes me unique, I am out there for everyone to see, dancing all the colours out of me,
REDHEAD by Briony Bax It was decided before you were born The melanocortin-1 receptor gene and phoemelanin pigment weaving through cells
By Briony Bax5 years ago in Poets
Dosseling and sweet ain’t she keen so unique the color I reflect upon is Pink it is vibrating and vivacious the very symbol pertaining to nothing but just Love empowers over all.
By Corinne Del Cid5 years ago in Poets
“You’re a riot,” They said With a slap on the back When I asked to play ball. “Go Home,” They said So I squared up my chest
By Ryan Dhillon5 years ago in Poets
Dearly departed, look what you started... Look at the seas which were merged, and conquered. Look closer, see the people
By Natasha Pinto5 years ago in Poets
Feet planted firmly, red in my eyes, I am grounded with no disguise I am planted without any fear inside. Bright red shows, clear beneath nothing hides.
By Jae Divine5 years ago in Poets
Colour defines everything in between me and my dreams, Reflected light from golden beams, As I look up to the sky it describes what this world means,
By Isabelle Slater 5 years ago in Poets
