performance poetry
Performance Poetry is poetry out loud; poems brought from the page to the stage.
We The People
We The People: (We the people...) Walk fast and talk loud, Listen quietly and stand proud, Drippin’ in decisions and flossin’ in the background. Well, on the stage of life.
TeQuetia HaskellPublished about 6 hours ago in Poets
Find reflection
It ended with a shallow exhale (whuuuuh). Perhaps a warning that though nine-teen had finally ended, what twenty had coming was a foreboding beginning. From shallow-to-labored (whuh, whuh, whuh, whuch), to arrest, no release. Death sentences exacted from nursing homes to streets. Many failed the challenge to stay home and mask up, space out in crowds, yet still daily buckle up. Others tried to abide in their place of piece, but they were denied. An introverts headphones, peace no more. The hearth of a first responder, peace no more. How many others have peace no more? But we'll never know because cameras didn't show. Just how do you say, "'I can't breath?' in a premature execution chamber?" Do you add well or good? Or show that you stood! How do we navigate by the magnitude? OUr unique history of a modern nation, founded upon centuries of servitude? Now, grappling to keep us in our places, with lowliness, we no longer excude. Perhaps we find reflection. Discover and see that external cannot make us free. The power is in the one who starts back and it always starts with who you are to you and who I am to me and who I am to you and who you are to me.
Overcome the dragon!
Much had changed, since his inevitable downfall. The mountains no longer surged with the smoke of an unyielding fury, And the ash no longer tainted the air with venom.
Jordan ZunigaPublished about 8 hours ago in PoetsYou’re Not Alone
All beings who struggle Because their lives change Color so very quickly Drastically Enough to Forget Good times Happiness turns
Caitlin DenzPublished about 9 hours ago in Poets
True Colors
What's blue is blue What's white is White A fact is a fact A lie is a Lie What's wrong is Wrong What's right is Right
Poetry of AileenPublished about 10 hours ago in PoetsBeautiful Blac
And what I love most she had so much soul And what I love most she had so much soul And what I love most she had so much soul
Chef G.G.M.Published about 11 hours ago in Poets
Worldwide Local
Worldwide Local Famously not famous amongst the population of the world but I’m a walking constellation! You will never see me as I see myself and I myself am incredible .... shiiiit that’s what mama said! Mama ain’t never lied to me or others!
Trilly St.ClairPublished about 12 hours ago in Poets
Pain
You caught me by surprise when you came into my life and decided to stay But why did you have to hang around for 40+ years
Kathy NolanPublished about 12 hours ago in Poets
Two to Tango
Twists of limbs and bedsheets I'm entangled within your hold Our bodies a perfect fit Made from a single mold I scream for more
Catherine MacKenziePublished about 12 hours ago in PoetsPOEM
Yellow, Pink, and Blue I am Refreshed by the Pigments of a Distinct Hue. Colors for an Optimist, Specialist, and Activist
Rev. NnediPublished about 12 hours ago in PoetsTHE KINGS MASQUERADE BALL.
Once upon a time in a palace only a heartbeat away, Lived a man and his son who it was said were really both one. They ruled the land far & wide further than the eye could see, With gates of Pearl on every side and mountains of Emerald green. Crystal silver streams and skies of Sapphire blue, Valley’s full of precious jewels and rainbow coloured dew. Trees with rare exquisite fruit, the streets were paved with gold. A castle made of golden glass, its walls transparent jasper clear. Their throne a blazing fire white no need of sun nor moon. Majestic splendour rich and rare this Kingdom with none such could compare.
ROSLYN WILLIAMSPublished about 14 hours ago in Poets
Nature vs Nurture
If I told you I was born this way would you believe me? Or would it cross your mind to take the time to make the argument of
Fleassy MalayPublished about 15 hours ago in Poets
