performance poetry
Performance Poetry is poetry out loud; poems brought from the page to the stage.
The Night
The Night was a dark wave of stars in the sky. All I could do is say oh my and why if ever there were beauty to see. The Night it would be and wrap my mind deep in stars as they are. The stars swirl in ways I could not of imagined. The sky is filled with diamonds that twinkle and shine. Ever bright is the night as I see it in my beating heart. Even though it may be scary I shall never walk with such shock when night draws near. So never fear the night is filled with cheer and joyful sounds of imagination.
By Virginia Worthington8 years ago in Poets
Gone by Morning
The night is a happy place and the morning dismal. Gone by Morning As the sun goes down, the lights get brighter, blurrier, and far away. People are prettier and voices sweeter, but maybe that's the side effect of the night. The little happier things make people dizzy and lovely. And as the sun rises again, the people, the dizzy spells, the blurry vision and sweet voices are gone. All is gone by morning.
By Dani Moore8 years ago in Poets
Idol Hands
practice what you preach. your actions are the anchor tied to your ankle. there are no false idols in this old world. there are no empty promises in this old world. the gods have abandoned us and the planets are misaligned and the strings of fate are terribly tangled. this is what you think the end looks like. this is what you think the end feels like. we do not teach without first doing and we do not warn without first knowing. lord forgive me for i have sinned and sinned and am going to keep sinning. bring your blemished, broken, blackening, beautiful hands together in prayer and gold yarn will bind your destiny. wash your feet in holy water, try to soak the devil out of your blisters. call out to your gods, spill your blood in sacrifice, ask,
By Jasmine May8 years ago in Poets
