performance poetry
Performance Poetry is poetry out loud; poems brought from the page to the stage.
Socially Starved
My psyche was grumbling incessantly. I’ve been hungry and socially starved for several weeks. Like a confined dog,
Talia DevoraPublished about a year ago in PoetsMiltonesque.
Start me a line of quatrain eyes. In a stanza of hues and saturated blues. Begin a ryhme that doesnt sing all the time. What fallen of me, cannot see the flight of my own.
Illustrate me a noun
There brown hills are riveting. It grass not green yet a mark of yellow ochre and brownish grey. What vivid color they stay.
Full past midnight
Oh sweet memories. How I live your sweet smiles. How I live your sweet embraces. There is a time when you were there. There was a time when we use to be.
The moon came that day,
That I was and have been crying all the time. It asked me to call the dispatch, He asked. Have you seen me, I am lost and lost with you.
Midnights
Hey Taylor, You don’t know me, but I’ve spent years listening to your music Love Story was on repeat on the radio in 2008
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Upon a starry night, she sat upright, Upon a starry night, she comb her hair. Tangling all of such. Hands that makes so fuss.
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There the errant knight shook the bowels of the arena. He rammed that practice pole up to side and back training as ever he should.
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The epic lines of such sweet cacophony of a lyrical onslaught which Orpheus life entwined. Where all inspiration cometh not from Virgil nor Hesiod himself attributed the love of a woman who offered not the world, only the word of an errant Knight whom life was not the same after he caught the attention of a halfway housemaid, Brymhilde.
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When Mr. Alghieri judge Paolo and Francesca, he had lust in mind. Such tales that one can attest or protest the sandals of love and lost and lust at the same time we are ought not to be tempted in.
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Twice removed upon an age ago, here lies that hypocrite Hamlet that ever boned a score of ryhme and metre. Hamlet wherefore art thou,
Sands of your shore.
Look me in the eye and tell me, you dont care. Look me in the eye and tell me, you want me. I will keep looking in your way and I want to park my hand on yours, I duncare if you slap me.