performance poetry
Performance Poetry is poetry out loud; poems brought from the page to the stage.
It means something
It means something: The sounds, the motions, our mouths moving and tongues focused. They mean words, sometimes mean words. Sometimes it just sounds high like you're never coming down with words, But without emotions, they whither and go unheard. So we say words and things and AHH and OHH and HMM with things.
By M. Bornhoffer5 years ago in Poets
Night Unto Day
Change is the same as Night to Day. Dark shadows cast about a heavy curtain. Oppressing us, distressing us all, an Ode' to the Woe. Then as gentle as morning dew on a petal, illuminating light shatters the depths of Evening. Fragments become whole, prisms become never ending sheets of iridescent glow. Just as Day dawns into her full glorious splendor. So shall we dawn into our ever changing magnificent selves. For as change settles and evolves into our new normality, our buried sleeping coffin will break open the Earth. Those rusty nails shall creak and scream open. Alas, the fresh new daylight will shine throughout forever time and time anew. Therefore, we shouldn't be worried or ever weary or have stressful contemplation over the next Day shedding unto the Night. Or over any of the future changes or changed. Moreover shall we forget not that as it was and is and will always be. So in our reminiscent we do know. Change is as always a blackened, darkened, obsidian Night unto a wonderfully bright, lustrous, brilliant new Day.
By Terra Buttry5 years ago in Poets
Billie The Problem Slayer
BILLIE THE PROBLEM SLAYER… INTRODUCTION “ON SHIFT DRIVING THE SPACESHIP” OUR HEROINE IS ABOARD PLANET EARTH ARK HUMANITARIAN MISSION; SHE IS ALONE, SHE IS IN DEEP TIME AND SPACE, ALTERNATIVELY IN AND OUT OF CONTACT WITH EARTH BY THE PHSYCHICH LINK FACILITSATED BNY THE ALIENS. EKE HAS JUST TOLD BILLIE THAT IT IS TIME TO FLUSH THE BUFFERS, TO GET RID OF ALL THE GERIATRIC PROGRAMS THJAT WERE JUST TAKING UP RESOURCES AND SPACE, AND TO START FRESH… THAT MEANT FIGHTING THE BOTS AND SHE WAS NOT LOOKING FORWARD TO THIS BOUT AT ALL.. SHE HAD JUST BEEN TO THE BILGE PUMPS AND WSD RATHER WORSE FOR WEAR AND BEDRAGGLED…. SHR REVIDRF SA SHE WENT ON HER WAY AND HERE ARE HERE EXACT WORDS IN TIME…..
By ConDenSayShun 5 years ago in Poets
On Presidents, Poetry, and Amanda Gorman
ON POETRY, PRESIDENTS, & AMANDA GORMAN. Poetry is the first, best, and oldest communicator of the feelings that are otherwise impossible to fathom. Poems are also the best way to communicate events that have passed long before our time. Every culture across the globe, across all times, has their epics which still resonate today.
By David Louis Stanley5 years ago in Poets
Unrecognized
She was shaped by the shifting earth, her features sculpted and statuesque, established from dust and ash of a world determined to burn. She stood at the edge of the garden and stared at the flourishes of snaking vines and succulent blooms, striking shades congregate in her sight. She is of the land and for days she tends to its needs.
By auraborrows5 years ago in Poets
