performance poetry
Performance Poetry is poetry out loud; poems brought from the page to the stage.
The Night
The Night was a dark wave of stars in the sky. All I could do is say oh my and why if ever there were beauty to see. The Night it would be and wrap my mind deep in stars as they are. The stars swirl in ways I could not of imagined. The sky is filled with diamonds that twinkle and shine. Ever bright is the night as I see it in my beating heart. Even though it may be scary I shall never walk with such shock when night draws near. So never fear the night is filled with cheer and joyful sounds of imagination.
By Virginia Worthington8 years ago in Poets
Gone by Morning
The night is a happy place and the morning dismal. Gone by Morning As the sun goes down, the lights get brighter, blurrier, and far away. People are prettier and voices sweeter, but maybe that's the side effect of the night. The little happier things make people dizzy and lovely. And as the sun rises again, the people, the dizzy spells, the blurry vision and sweet voices are gone. All is gone by morning.
By Dani Moore8 years ago in Poets
