Performance Poetry is poetry out loud; poems brought from the page to the stage.
I am intelligent and unique, Mysterious than anyone would think. A phenomenal woman whom – if looks could kill – would do it while wearing pink.
By Princess Rev. Nnedi Iwuchukwu, M.Msc., LMT, LMI, MMP, Yogi 5 years ago in Poets
What on earth were the Italian's thinking back in 1549? Fluffy milk snow for your drink, please no! I hear the baristas shaking the canisters up
By Stephanie Watson5 years ago in Poets
When I was a child, my brown skin grew flowers I was told that being the color of earth would welcome life to me If I stayed in the grass too long, their roots would talk for hours
By K L5 years ago in Poets
My father (Dad) is painting in the spare room. Prussian Blue mixes with an anonymous gray (I don’t recall the name;
By Emily Massengale5 years ago in Poets
Take caution, stay in your lane The yellow light that falsely reminds you to yield It leads you to the status quo the authoritative matrix
By May Angelique5 years ago in Poets
Growing up I was told not to cry or be overly emotional I was told to be more like a "black man"" What exactly is that?
By Jacques D Elliott5 years ago in Poets
These Days I’m feeling better, oh much better that doesn’t mean I’m weak and not alert. Oh! I’m quite alert and very woke, so don’t think this a joke. Although I may smile, but.... Don’t Push It.
By Adaryll Moore5 years ago in Poets
I was four years old And I drew the same Flowers every day. Citric Green. Magenta For the petals, which Was meant to smell like raspberry.
By Sonia Anich5 years ago in Poets
Creation Colors My body begins the colors of atmospheric daydreaming falls to earth shaded in by great blue heron
By Monty Campbell5 years ago in Poets
Waves My nails are painted blue, just like a canvas from my art class. Painted like a face full of makeup. You paint away all the impurities, all the imperfections.
By Vesselostatsea5 years ago in Poets
Irritated by what I have become, grovelling I am a tramp. Thoughts make me itch, I scratch I'm told not to let go I do
By Terence Webb5 years ago in Poets
Multihued with a multitude of pieces to my puzzle Uniquely me, uniquely human Lilac dreams manifest my blossoming as I seek a renewal of the mind and spirit
By Monique Will5 years ago in Poets
