Performance Poetry is poetry out loud; poems brought from the page to the stage.
True story I was on the phone with this FOB (by the way, ‘fresh off the boat’ is not an insult, it’s honestly just true) Anyway, I do this thing where I float in and out of what I believe to be my Nigerian accent
By Chioma Otiocha5 years ago in Poets
Upon asking someone their favourite colour, they might comment on rich hearty greens, or sky-spackled blues; sticky pinks,
By Shimmi Kelly5 years ago in Poets
All Dealt It. He Felt it. She Thought it. His Mind bought it. Her whisper Brought with it the eye-dea to decide,
By HighGravity5 years ago in Poets
A thousand Sunsets. Brilliant orange, red and yellow. Swirling, misty, pungent; with the smell of lightning in the distance.
By Kimeyth5 years ago in Poets
Crimson Blue, from above But dark from below Not what I expected In The tropics A shadow Silver skinned Gold eyed
By Anika Craney5 years ago in Poets
you remind me of just how powerful I truly am. i look at you and not only feel at peace, but vibrate with...is it excitement? anticipation?
By KM5 years ago in Poets
To say I feel alone is an understatement. The walls creep in, Predator like And I, its prey. My mind drifts in and out of loneliness,
By Shannon Jensen5 years ago in Poets
I'm so sick and tired of people using color as the excuse for everything! When you see someone do something kind, do you think... "what color was that deed"? White, Black, Brown, Yellow, or Green like a martian?
By Vincent P. Terry5 years ago in Poets
Something carnal, something true Something ancient belonging to you. Something human, something whole Something tethered to my soul.
By Fiona Nodar5 years ago in Poets
Skin the color of a chocolate bar with the voice of a deep south twang. I get looks, even laughs and sometimes questions like, “Girl where you from?", but I’m used to it; It really aint no thang.
By CC5 years ago in Poets
My name description Indicates I was born in a place where the rainbows stay The silver lining in my clouds Say I’m dampened but I’m proud
By kevin ortiz5 years ago in Poets
Golden. But not like that one British guy’s song. A type of gold more blinding than the day is long. The type of gold that shimmers,
By Desarae Lambert5 years ago in Poets
