Performance Poetry is poetry out loud; poems brought from the page to the stage.
reveal to me your blue all shiny and perfect: appearances deceive the clouds cover much blue is honest, naked, and real
By Lisa Ducharme5 years ago in Poets
A colour is an idea A projection A reflection Of what we see Of the world around us When times are dark We see dull, cold colours
By Tian Sheng5 years ago in Poets
But what is Color really? Do we see it differently ? It really amazes me how one particular can have my blood race and fill me with serotonin and dopamine as it catches my eye,
By INKRA DEBELLE5 years ago in Poets
There are words I like to write, And those I like to say, Words I think of late at night, Falling asleep, drifting away…
By Smudge5 years ago in Poets
I think, my Russian ancestors were traveling gypsies in radiant skirts. Otherwise, how could I explain my desire for always laughing?
By Irina Patterson5 years ago in Poets
The bustling city, the noise and the rush Driving round London in my red bus The passengers jumping off and on Show me their tickets and move along
By Elaine Beaudro5 years ago in Poets
What's your favourite colour? Rainbow, I said. That's not a colour, shaking their head But how could one colour alone bring me joy?
By Anna Greer5 years ago in Poets
If sun cracked over the sky (magnified), the color spilt like milk over landscape (the edges never-ending) whisked across the hemisphere its yolk
By c.c.hsu5 years ago in Poets
Just like a stick of rock, I’m made of many colours. Break me in half and I’m different from the others. Sometimes I’m yellow and brighten up a room, other times I’m pink like a flower in bloom.
By Amy Louise Bruton5 years ago in Poets
What Shines Forth Tears I am drowning in a sea of them. Or is it an ocean? A river? Are they mine? Or my mother’s?
By Nami Okalu5 years ago in Poets
Riding in with jet black fuzz. Little strong toes soon do step, Curtains feathering in salty breeze. The discoverer of perfumed paraffin,
By Laurence Kopij5 years ago in Poets
Grey sky. Grey gate. Grey stone. Grey slate. Most people think grey is colourless and plain, Reminds them of mornings stuck in the rain.
