performance poetry
Performance Poetry is poetry out loud; poems brought from the page to the stage.
The Test
Small blinking blue cross silent herald of new life And existence changed
Jade SummersPublished about 3 hours ago in PoetsEyes
What does blue not mean? It's in everything, your eyes, that matters to me.
Austin CoxPublished about 4 hours ago in PoetsMe, I See
It's the color blue, the reflection I see; me. That sorrowful hue!
Austin CoxPublished about 4 hours ago in Poets
The Sinister Hand Dark Poetry
The sinister hand rises from the grave once again to grip the pen that wrote poetry full of darkness and dread , perhaps if was all bad memories unleashed or demons in my head...
The Sinister PenPublished about 4 hours ago in PoetsEn Pointe
Blue ballerina, Standing high on tippy-toes, Pirouettes and spins.
Gigi GibsonPublished about 5 hours ago in Poets
blue dragon IV
blue river runs through his tail turns into a tale told to scare children * 4 Dec. 2022 *** Thank you for reading!
Mescaline BrissetPublished about 5 hours ago in Poets
blue dragon III
dragon’s den, afraid River Vistula's threat: dry gaping fire stops * 4 Dec. 2022 *** Thank you for reading! If you liked this poem, you can add your Insights, Comment, leave a Heart, Tip, Pledge, or Subscribe. I will appreciate any support you have shown for my work.
Mescaline BrissetPublished about 6 hours ago in Poets
blue dragon II
holophagus’ cave royal carmine and gold robes snatching lives in threes * 4 Dec. 2022 *** Thank you for reading!
Mescaline BrissetPublished about 6 hours ago in Poets
blue dragon I
on the scopulus swallows smouldering sulphur Wawel Hill born beast * 4 Dec. 2022 *** Thank you for reading!
Mescaline BrissetPublished about 6 hours ago in Poetssome doors close
There’s a reality most of us don’t see Others find reasons to believe in change I never wanted to feel this way Letting moments come while I am still on the run
Blue Book
Writing My Lines Living An Author's life Fiction Fills My Blue Book
Daniel R. JohnsonPublished about 9 hours ago in PoetsTheir eyes must hurt
Judges eyes are glued Blue light constantly shining Their eyes are in pain
Thavien YliasterPublished about 9 hours ago in Poets
