performance poetry
Performance Poetry is poetry out loud; poems brought from the page to the stage.
The Anatomy of a Sunset
The Anatomy of a Sunset The sky is set aflame, As day succumbs to twilight's name, A fiery orb, a burning wheel, Descends, its final moments to reveal. The clouds, a canvas, painted red, Reflect the hues of the dying thread, Golden rays, like gentle fingers play, As sunset's final dance begins to sway. The colors bleed, a gradient wide, From orange deep to pink inside, The sun, a burning ember, low, Sinks slowly, its final light to show. The stars, like diamonds, start to gleam, As night's dark veil begins to beam, The sunset's anatomy, a work of art, A fleeting moment, forever to depart. The clouds, a fiery mist, ascend, As sunset's final breath, begins to end, The sky, a kaleidoscope, turns slow, A masterpiece, in shades of gold and glow. The world, bathed in a warm, soft light, Is painted in hues, of pure delight, The sunset's anatomy, a symphony grand, A celestial show, across this land.
By Emezaro Precious2 years ago in Poets
The Enigma of the Unspoken
The Enigma of the Unspoken In silence, secrets are revealed The unspoken words, a mystery unsealed A language without sound or tone Yet loud and clear, to the heart, it's known In the depths of eyes, a story's told A tale of emotions, young and old A glance, a gaze, a fleeting look Conveys the truth, in a subtle book The enigma of the unspoken lies In the space between, the spoken sighs A world of meaning, in the unsaid A symphony, in the silence played In the stillness, we find the key To understanding, what's left unspoken, we see The whispers of the soul, a gentle breeze That stirs the heart, with hidden ease So listen close, to the silence deep For in its depths, the truth, we'll keep And in the quiet, we'll find the strength To speak the words, that need to be length In the unspoken, we'll find the way To connect the hearts, in a silent sway And in the stillness, we'll find the peace That only silence, can release.
By Emezaro Precious2 years ago in Poets
Dino responds to being called 'not so intelligent'.
"How dare they"? Brentonsaurus, the self-proclaimed legal representative for Dinoland, growled menacingly. "I guess that they forgot the scene in Jurassic Park where the velociraptors figured out how to open a door.
By Novel Allen2 years ago in Poets
