Actor Poems - Poems about Actor

The actor I knew Mikael Elphick, a talented actor I admired he liked to read my poems and said they were like stories and therefore, easy to read He understood I was trying to find a space between poetry and prose, that is why I dislike calling what I write poetry, vignettes seem in order Mikael was a kind man...

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You applause the actor Her harmonious tone Her play of words Her triumphs heard But do you love the stage after the song The leftover footprints from where it sang along Atoning for every step that was missed Retrieving the dust from her accomplishments The dust from the skill she used to win The dirt from the shoes that store talent within She takes a...

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Let us take a road trip, now off with bags and zip. Snow covers the wide road, no grass here to be mowed. Cow riding the tractor, is it a huge actor?...

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the thief is the best actor, even outside the theater, but in the show of life he steals the spotlight...

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Dramatic pause Stage diminished Alcohol influence Living on the streets Nickel and Dimes survival Actor being once a striving Actor Contract revoked His final curtain pulled down Had big dreams Wanted to be in the movie streams No Movie Star No longer owns a car Could have gone far Inspiration being just a word Closed door Fallen to Alcohol Stage presence forgotten. ...

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a cure for the chill winter blues....jason momoa in a loincloth...

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Born to perfom In the camera's guide ...

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My short story continues with this insightful excerpt: The One Actor That I Did Not Know Most of my guests are corporate leads, and my first was none other than, The Jackson Five. I was one week new on the job, then--still 18--handled a few guests, as I was learning the ropes of the hotel's various department functions and...

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Raj Kapoor, A Bollywood immortal film star, His movies had a deep impact on audience, Nargis, was his favorite heroin, I thought she was his wife. There once was a man from Bombay, Who danced in a silly and wild way. With a wig on his head, And a grin so widespread, He made everyone laugh He created...

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I’m Mz Mortenson, if you please. I dispensed with the charade when I went to my grave. Life can be tricky if you’re pretty. My life was a role, I couldn’t always control. How unaware the dumb bombshell seemed. Still, I was labeled the obscene Norma Jeane. in reel life’s small doses, the role was emotionally corrosive, merely etching away my fragile identity. In real life...

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Friendships, wordy scripts, cameras, microphones and venue blips. Call security, no need to be shirty, let's go again.. scene five, take thirty. Action. Cut. Time for tea. The bar is closed but coffee's free. The waiting patiently never ends. We chat we laugh. We're making friends. The brushes flash across my brow.. my shirt is...

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An actor I knew I saw him sitting alone in the dining room  of a small hotel, drinking brandy with coke his handsome face was bloated, and he was deep in his cups I told him of the Humblebee story when  he played Schultz, and he chuckled  he was a man in agony drinking had  become relentless, whatever reasons  he drank, but the hurt...

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Ji Chang Wook I am shook You appear Each place I look Drama space Handsome face Acting hero Hanguk ace* In Milan Every fan Sighs at sight Of such a man! Autograph Heart in half* Hands combine A smile or laugh You're so fine Clothes sublime Girls all think "I'll make him mine!" "Healer" vibe* Chang Wook tribe Every move Brings crazy hype Samdal-ri* You and me Every girl's Sweet fantasy Switzerland Take my hand RADO tour* Pose on demand How they swoon song or tune Voice that melts* Takes...

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If I were an actor on the big screen With the cameras on me in every scene I'd race for NASCAR on any old day Date a couple starlets along the way I could be Rhett to Scarlett O'Hara Maybe I'd co-star with Rooney Mara I'd be Maverick streaking across the skies Or start a fight with ten blueberry pies I could...

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In borrowed plumes a masquerade we stage. Thoughts echo doctrines passions are preordained. From broken families where fractured spirits weep Mothers of soulful sorrow With eyes that never sleep. We inherit canvases pre-primed with societal skews. But the brush trembles in our hand Praying for a different magical muse. Why is contentment suffocating and chokes every… Rebellious spark a shroud created from what...

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