Performance Poetry is poetry out loud; poems brought from the page to the stage.
A Name Colored Black What is the meaning of your name? This question goes beyond surface level inquiry. Into the greatest connection to identity.
By Ciarra Turner5 years ago in Poets
i find you under the covers tucking hair from your eyes and smelling like hotel soap. duck into the swimming air warm nervous
By Rory DeMaio5 years ago in Poets
the date looks like tally marks and that would make sense to a man like you logic reads every word for you and your biggest fan
Across all the blue skies/all over this green earth/I am black and know my worth/my eyes are brown/and I bleed red/because I/ Am human first/ and contrary to popular belief/as a woman my favorite color isn’t pink/or purple/ it’s gray/ makes getting dressed easy day by day/plain Jane/to the naked eye/ complex simplicity/ on the inside/weird but I love to laugh until I cry/I am uniquely made/5 foot 3 and full of grace/personality big enough to fill an empty space/despite the perils of the world I keep the faith/Marching to the beat of my arm drum/at my own pace.
By Yasmin 5 years ago in Poets
I was flying in my dreams with a crimson trail of memories And you, you were there too, with your unspoken judgement of hues
By Ri Tornello5 years ago in Poets
When I grow up, I want to be a teacher I played with beige clay and formed the person I wanted to be The stuffed animals gathered around, handing out ABC's
By K L5 years ago in Poets
Do not go gentle into that good night. Carpe diem! Charge! Seize and fight for half a page, half a page, half a page onward!
By Sara Little5 years ago in Poets
My mother says I was an easy birth, arriving as a red faced infant with flailing fists, my first jewelry the orange hospital bracelet marked with the family name. A yellow
By Lacey Doddrow5 years ago in Poets
All black everything. The symbol of power and strength. The shade of mystery and protection. A piece of mind which represents security.
By Ace Howell5 years ago in Poets
Am I a color Am I a color? Chocolate brown ...melted into textures to make you frown, exotic delight,blending perfectly into the night
By Naomi Akwei-Esterline5 years ago in Poets
In actuality... you’ve been fakin Unveiling the reality the realness in your eyes I finally see. Truth authenticity and the intensity in your smile brings me great joy immensely because that witch you reveal is real.
By {L.B.}5 years ago in Poets
Laundry day can make my soul sing I am unusually grateful for everyday things The sunlight drenched white sheet, upon the washing line
By Tasha Saunders5 years ago in Poets
