Theatre Poems - Poems about Theatre

...I king of the hostile quasar ! stelliferous beast without origin anechoic void-crown usurper of the throne without end upon a tundra in the cosmic septentrional : fantastically obscure ......Read the rest...

...my river blackest water death etched in wet stone tumbling dark and light disentangle the night and roll my body into the deep cold of you my river once a-bliss in knots of fire thrashin......Read the rest...

... I am losing the war against myself Who I am vs who I am supposed to be against what I am It exhausting when your opponent is a fighter Its exhausting fighting the mirror Cuts and bruises un......Read the rest...

...AN ACTING LIFE A young, shy boy enters stage left. The date, November ‘fifty-three. And, though you’d not believe it now, That shy young man was me. I hadn’t wanted to be th......Read the rest...

... A Cold Wind there’s a cold wind blowing just outside my door and a heavy rain is falling where the sky was blue before and I know they’ve come to tell me not to fight it any more and a col......Read the rest...

...Free, we say For we can loot From our states' coffers Just to fall prey of their offers Free, we say For we can divide ourselves Through invisible ethnic lines Evidently a theatre for their ......Read the rest...

... Always been creative in one form or another It's definitely what turns my crank Sometimes I wish I could turn it off but no dice Been blessed with this very active mind Which can actu......Read the rest...

...There is a story in the wind Of Mother Nature's son And her retribution For the mad path that he'd begun. Of all her creatures big and small, Just one caused her worry. His intrusion and arr......Read the rest...

...I often wondered how Tolstoy found the time to write War and Peace. I am now confident I know how, In fact I am sure I know how. He wrote it when for a hospital appointment he did show, Wit......Read the rest...

...I have waited for this moment to come when the moon will dialogue with the sun, I have waited for this moment to come when Joy will burst through the sky and soaked the earth with happiness and wet t......Read the rest...

... Spring airs her heart as she slowly thaws, To dance with words, her melodic tunes, Unleashed to bloom once crippled claws, To spin and weave a life within her blooms. A theatre of starlings......Read the rest...

...it was therefore disappointing but what ain't hardcore science fiction climate fiction ecological lollocks hero's journey balloon juice Patrick Stewart on the baliset is the definition o......Read the rest...

... A perfect triangle As he stood in the shadow Of the dead eye windows of his home His face alway up Stars or cries of cloud his theatre The sounds that based from his neon lit blue ears He ......Read the rest...

... The Window To My Serenity Through stained glass, into the soul of my idyllic garden, What eyes have seen your beauty, reflections in a s......Read the rest...

...In shadows deep, where truth resides, Do you dance with lies, where darkness hides? Oh, you, the keeper of deceit, Does my honesty make your heart beat? Do you clutch the shroud of ignorance ti......Read the rest...