performance poetry
Performance Poetry is poetry out loud; poems brought from the page to the stage.
Colouring Outside the Lines
I came in red and hot, Tiny and spluttering, Early, 'You're far too early to be in this room right now.' 28 weeks and flooding cars,
Sierra Mountain Hues
My Our Your Roots ebbing Her Sea We Hear Rainbows Blossoming in He Zooms for Her Bloom & just as it Ends Life Begins again
Sierra HumphreyPublished 2 years ago in Poets
The Power In Me (colour Is Pride)
Not by light, Not by power, but the power in me. To become a statement of the colours that define the star, the moon, created by mankind.
Through A Darker Lens
A world where one shade is different from the next, A place where we all find it hard to connect. Where the beauty of colour is perceived differently,
Progeny
All the lives I’ve lived, my mother has given me one name: Cassandra, or a legacy of silence built in the bones of a burning tower. I was
Cassandra PoulosPublished 2 years ago in PoetsDancing In My True Colours
The way I feel the rhythm, the way I feel the beat, This is what makes me beautiful, and this is what makes me unique,
Complexities
A deep blue ocean. Wondering what’s beneath, wondering where it ends, going beyond what your eyes can reach. Do I even know myself?
Dancing In My True Colours
The way I feel the rhythm, the way I feel the beat, This is what makes me beautiful, and this is what makes me unique, I am out there for everyone to see, dancing all the colours out of me,
Redhead by Briony Bax
REDHEAD by Briony Bax It was decided before you were born The melanocortin-1 receptor gene and phoemelanin pigment weaving through cells
Briony BaxPublished 2 years ago in Poets
Her Beauty
Dosseling and sweet ain’t she keen so unique the color I reflect upon is Pink it is vibrating and vivacious the very symbol pertaining to nothing but just Love empowers over all.
Corinne Del CidPublished 2 years ago in Poets
Red Riot
“You’re a riot,” They said With a slap on the back When I asked to play ball. “Go Home,” They said So I squared up my chest
Ryan DhillonPublished 2 years ago in Poets
Racially ambiguous
Dearly departed, look what you started... Look at the seas which were merged, and conquered. Look closer, see the people
Natasha PintoPublished 2 years ago in Poets
