performance poetry
Performance Poetry is poetry out loud; poems brought from the page to the stage.
Pictures
Why do I hate pictures? I never used to hate them. Before all of this social media and these mobile phones. They have created a world that is insidiously invasive, painfully pervading, and utterly ubiquitous. Everyone is now living their lives through and for pictures. Everyone is showing their 'best life' which really isn't their best life at all. I never wished for a luxurious life or flawless skin, for popularity or a happy ending. All I wished for is to be able to close my eyes and fall asleep within moments, but that has been replaced with pictures of other peoples lives.
By Adaline Archer5 years ago in Poets
The Colour Purple
Purple is royalty. It is a colour that screams opulence in the dullest of times. It’s saturated and vivacious, it demands to been seen. From lavender to eggplant, it’s poised, fashion forward, and timeless. A colour that represents softness and strength. Admired by many, a colour once worn by kings and queens of a distant time. It stands out in nature, it stands out in a crowd. It stands on its own. It elevates and compliments anything that surrounds it. Greens look radiant, browns are magnified, yellows as bright as the sun. Purple is poetic in nature, it is love unequivocally.
By Megan Medlar5 years ago in Poets
My Abundance
Orange is my favorite color. My way of thinking can sometimes change to brown. When ready to change, my favorite color is blue. Orange is my favorite color. When I turn green, my favorite color is purple and all is forgotten. But when I turn yellow, my favorite color is green. My only escape from yellow is to change. When ready to change, my favorite color is blue. Orange is my favorite color. I think a lot. Everyday I change to blue. Red is often near. I turn red and later turn blue because I'm ready to change. My favorite color is Orange.
By Daniel Harewood5 years ago in Poets
