Slam poetry: that magical mix of rhythm and rhyme.
Splashing through My bedroom window, light Spilling into waves of summer (wafting green): I watched Time’s hand Pluck the monochrome from my childhood, and
By Lee Daniele Moretti5 years ago in Poets
I will endlessly remember when my friend asked me for the first time what colour I thought I was and I said confidently, "If I was a colour I would be Red."
By Zaid Amer5 years ago in Poets
Color? How can you say you don’t see my color my experience defined by a portrayal of me based on that & you have the privilege not to notice
By NJ Hines Bailey5 years ago in Poets
It's a blessing and curse to be so spiritually connected with the voices of earth, No one really knows that I can see the colors of your soul.
By Faduma Sufi5 years ago in Poets
I'm not black or white. I'm what I feel on the inside, where the country and formal voice intertwine. Who am I? Code-switching is confusing, but my skin is in between two sides, so it makes sense that I use it.
By Adalia Nantz5 years ago in Poets
Glittering silver in the sun Insidious grey in the shade curses and compliments gilt to a shine Biting steel waits cold behind the eyes
By Alejandro escobedo5 years ago in Poets
under anesthesia, amid all my amnesia, i dream of tasting colors in a world of synesthesia. red looks like sandstone
By alayna doyal5 years ago in Poets
I am white salt. I am bleached bone. The bite on your tongue, the ribs protecting your hearts home. Some days I am the fiery crimson Phoenix, exalted from the ash. Or maybe
By Eden Aguilar 5 years ago in Poets
Blue The lady on the screen says “look at your wrist” Hold your veins to the sun, examine their hue Are they green? Then you’re warm-toned,
By Naomi Eidinger5 years ago in Poets
If I could paint a world for you and I, I’d paint a blueish ground and bright green sky. The moon would luminate a field of stars.
By Marina Bonanno 5 years ago in Poets
She said she liked the colour of trees, I wondered if we saw the same hue. She said she loved the smell of coffee I wondered if I smelled things different.
By Ramanuj Srinivasan5 years ago in Poets
I am told that I am a triple threat I sing write and act I'm told I'm talented People drown me in compliments But when called a triple threat I cringe
By Shasparay5 years ago in Poets
