performance poetry
Performance Poetry is poetry out loud; poems brought from the page to the stage.
Whispers Above the Clouds
Whispers Above the Clouds A Rainy Day Reflection with Tea on the Mountain's Crown The sky leans low with a silver frown, As raindrops kiss the mountain's crown. I sit where earth and heavens meet, Tea in hand, the silence sweet. Clouds drift like thoughts I’ve left behind, Their edges frayed, their paths unsigned. Each sip a warmth against the chill, Each breath a moment standing still. No roads below can reach me here, Where wind and whisper both are clear. The world fades soft, the rush undone— A poem steeped in mist and sun. Ink runs slow on dampened page, As nature turns another age. Yet in this rain, in sky so wide, A quiet joy begins to rise. For what is life, if not a climb, With moments like this, lost in time? Above the noise, above the crowds— I found my soul among the clouds.
By Muhammad Saad 4 months ago in Poets
Whispers on the Wind
Whispers on the Wind Rainfall and Reverie at the Mountain's Crown I climbed where silence wears the sky, Where clouds and cliffs in stillness lie, Each breath a hymn, each step a prayer, Above the noise, beyond despair. The rain began—a soft ballet, Its silver threads in gentle sway, No thunder roared, no storm was near, Just whispered truths I came to hear. The wind, it spoke in ancient tones, Of moss on stone and weathered bones, Of suns that rose, of stars long gone, Of all that passes, yet lives on. Below, the world in shadow slept, Its dreams in folded valleys kept. But here, where earth and heaven blend, I felt beginnings, not the end. Each raindrop kissed my lifted face, A quiet blessing, a small grace. Not lost, but found without a sound— In rain, in sky, on sacred ground. So if you seek what can't be taught, Where storms bring peace, not battles fought, Then climb the path, and let rain spin Its whispers on the mountain wind.
By Muhammad Saad 4 months ago in Poets
