performance poetry
Performance Poetry is poetry out loud; poems brought from the page to the stage.
Taking Them On
In the heart of dusk, where shadows weave, Whispers thread through the city’s veins— Take them on, the dreamers who believe, With eyes like lanterns in silvered rains. A symphony of footsteps hums along, Concrete echoes cradle every sigh, We are the pulse in this urban song, Each heartbeat a challenge to the sky. Lifted by hopes that dance on twilight's breath, Rising as flames from embers long grown cold; We chase horizons painted near to death, Our stories inked in courage bold and old. Take them on—those fears that grip so tight, Like vines entwined around an aching heart; Unravel them beneath a star-strewn night, Let starlight pierce the dark with daring art. The streetlamps flicker like dreams half-awake, Illuminating paths we dare to tread; Onward we move for our own future’s sake— Take them on! The words still swirl unsaid. So gather close those souls who yearn and seek— Their laughter laced with echoes of your name; In unity find strength against the bleak— Together rising through unyielding flame.
By Forest Greenabout a month ago in Poets
Faint Echoes
In whispers soft, he claims his heart is bold, A lion’s roar beneath a shroud of fear, He paints the world with colors bright and gold, Yet hides in shadows, never drawing near. With every boast, the bravest tales unfold— He speaks of mountains climbed and seas embraced, But when the storm rolls in and tempests scold, His courage falters; hope is laid to waste. The mirror shows a man with steel resolve, While deep within lies doubt's relentless tide; For what is strength if truth cannot evolve? A gilded mask that only fools abide. So here’s to those who stride with heads held high— Their silent screams betray the truth they deny.
By Forest Greenabout a month ago in Poets
The War Sirens and the shelter
The War Sirens and the shelter The air raid shelter was crowded tonight, we could hear the sirens blowing loud, people were frightened, children were crying, as more and more joined the crowd. We shuffled together beneath the ground, with hardly enough room to move along, and above our heads in the darkness, came the frightening war siren song.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a month ago in Poets
Home To God Haiku
Home To God Haiku When the leaf falls down An angel will call for you to take you back home The is a tree in heaven it’s called the tree of life. This is what my Dad told me about it when I was just a little girl. He really believed this was true.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a month ago in Poets
