Newborn Awakening Gently they stir, gently rise. The dead are newborn awakening. With ravaged limbs and wet souls. Gently they sigh in rapt funeral amazement. Who called these dead to dance? Was it the young woman learning to play the ghost song on her baby grand? Was it the wilderness children? Was it the ghost […]
Shadows of yesteryear fall long upon the empty walls Reminding me of all the lives lived. If walls could talk would they give up their secrets as easily as a butterfly shedding it’s cacoon. Suitcases forbidden rendezvous loves lost passions found Desperation loneliness death What tales would they tell Would they hold our secrets close
I place the skull upon the pillow Peering deep into the darkness Of the hollow eyes. A kindred spirit? No Just an empty shell. A vessel for ancestors Lives long gone. Looking for the story The story of a life locked within the hollow bones.
This is an amazing young poet I came across a while back. I have no idea what has become of him since he made this video several years ago. If you know him or about him let me know in the comments. In the mean time listen to this amazing spoken word video. Click here
Today in the A to Z Challenge is I. Guess you are wondering what Nikki Giovanni has to do with the letter I. She is a poet so she fits into my overall theme but that still doesn’t explain why she is the poet I choose to represent the letter I. Nikki Giovanni is one
Go Try Anyway you write it Brief or to the point Children will recite it Down to a certain point Everyone can do it From here to Friar’s Point Grab a pen, go try it. Have you got a point? An ABC poem is a poem that uses a letter of the alphabet as
Floetry was the marriage of poetry and music. Floetry united the lyricism of song with the lyricism of spoken word to create something amazing and inspirational. Floetry introduced spoken word poetry to a wider audience. Natalie Stewart, a slam champion and a founding member of the performance poetry group 3 Plus 1 which was rising
I just had to share this poem today. I couldn’t resist. Evelyn By Angela Wybrow Her beautiful eyes Are like opaque blue pearls. Her fair hair hangs loose, In light, delicate curls. She is tall and slender, And moves with elegance and grace. There are lines of wisdom, Blessing her once youthful face.
