#acting poems on Hello Poetry

Danilov Данилов Oct 9

S L u t.

Vanity lights.
Production sets.
Heat on high.
Dim lit.
Fame is all in your head.

Truffles in the air.
Wine stained carpets.
Knife over the bed.
Lipstick bruises.
The low numbers aren't fair.

A throbbing migraine or two.
Smoke envelopes the halls.
Hushhh, play another lullaby.
Of course not all dreams come true.
There'll always be a new one, more than you.

#fame #hollywood #glam #modeling #acting #singing #vanity #narcissism #famous

Emery Feine Oct 2

A Never-Ending Performance

The curtains open once more
And I look into the eyes of the watching crowd
But even after my performance
I never once felt proud

Then I take a bow and walk off stage
I take off my mask, temporarily free
I see someone who I thought would compliment my performance
Yet he doesn't recognize me

I want to do anything else, be a teacher or a politician
But the next day, I'll walk back onto the stage
Everything in my body is telling me to stop
Yet I keep performing for no wage

I wish I was in the wings, like I was years ago
Pretending it was me in the burning spotlight
And I found my peace in the drowning shadows
Yet I wanted to be louder with all my might

When will this show finally end?
I walk on stage with despair I've so long felt
The spotlight causes my skin to burn and melt

The red curtains open fast
Will this time finally be the last?

this is my 84th poem, written on 2/21/24

#performing #masks #acting #pretending #selfhatred

Warrior Poet Sep 20

The Wall

A towering wall stands, shadowed and high,
Guarding what little remains of my heart.
It blocks the warmth of the sunlit sky,
As I lie within, slowly falling apart.

With trembling hands, I placed these stones,
No soul beside me, no one near.
Each brick laid down as I toiled alone,
Hiding my pain, suppressing the tears.

Outside the wall is a hollow smile,
A practiced laugh for passing eyes.
But it’s been ages, a ghostly while,
Since joy was anything but a disguise.

Alone I sit within this tomb,
Afraid to let the light creep in.
For fear that love will bring my doom,
As it has to those who ventured in.

No knock resounds upon the gate,
No welcome voice to pierce the gloom.
So I sit beneath the heavy weight,
And let the sky cement my doom.

The loneliness drips like cold, black rain,
Seeping deep into this heart’s decay.
Here, within my self-made chain,
I’ll wait until the light fades away.

Revision of my old poem The Wall. Inspired by the writings of Edgar Allen Poe

#wall #depression #fake #smile #joy #despair #acting #contemplation #meaning

Isaace Sep 1

The Circus

Many laugh and many sing.
Many mouths sit agape with a cheek-to-cheek grin.
Fire swirls in the air as the acrobats swing—
Elephants weep, extravagently, with a tusk-to-tusk grin.

Amidst the cages, monkeys sit,
Faces pressed against the bars,
Rubbing their *******, dreaming of the trees
From which they would swing.

The freaks and the clowns sit amidst lurid lights—
Applying their faces with a cheek-to-cheek grin—
Constructing their masks, aided by the conjure of the magicians,
Those who draw salt from the air and harbour apparitions.

On stage now: Rotondo, the clown.
He dances, naked, with an ear-to-ear grin,
Rubbing his *******-belly, penetrating the mind of the Big-top ring,
Shrouded by the coiling laughter of an audience who yearn for the lights of deformed suffocation as Rotondo, the clown, paints a new face and ushers in a parade of freaks and deformed grins.

#circus #art #performance #acting

The Original Tom Maxwell Sep 4

She is a Devil in Real Time

She’s a devil in real time,
Just hiding in disguise,
Her veins full of fire,
You can see, the flames in her eyes,
With horns, on her chest,
That use to point up high,
She’ll lead you straight to hell,
With her mouth full of lies.
She’s stopped counting,
How many, she’s lead to their grave,
Her only goal, in life,
Is personal greed every day.
Fooling endless victims,
Who thinks she is so kind,
Then she walks away laughing,
When their life falls behind.
Conceded is a complement,
When you mention her name,
She thinks,
That the world revolves around her,
And her selfish games.
She’s a devil in real life,
Hiding in disguise,
Her veins full of fire,
You can see the flames, in her eyes.

The Original : Tom Maxwell rewritten 8/17/2024 AD
Originally written 2007 AD

#people #acting

Jeremy Betts Jun 22

~•§•~ A Sheep in Wolves Clothing ~•§•~

Sometimes I think it would be easier
To just give in and be the monster
The one they claim I already am
Just go ahead and put wolves clothing on a lamb
Then that way they can say "I told you so"
And I will play it off like, "I know, I know"

©2024

#easier #monster #claim #wolf #lamb #right #acting

selina Feb 28

late july messiness

my mom called, i cried by the dhall, on facetime
been thinking about how lucky we are to be alive
even if to deal with mornings and swollen eyes
even if dad's always on the night shift, even with
this big rift caused by the distance and the lack of time
just because we made out once doesn't mean you're mine
i got glimpses of a pink top, my blanket of a jacket
i bet it would look classier if you were wearing it
but you're distant and cold and partying is getting old
i'm forever out of polaroid film and cheap distractions
so i took an amtrak home, straight from south station
the flight back to boston was short but still exhausting
and when i walk home alone, the silence is unsettling
seems we're both better than i thought at method acting

so much happened in this short time

#july #mess #boston #family #crying #facetime #acting #polaroids #home #lucky

Anais Vionet Feb 15

fakery

I can be a wretched fake, in private, intimate performance.

I’m an actress capable of imitating spontaneous pleasure -
by tricks of hesitation, convulsive vocal play and postures.

A mimicry undetectable to an immediate spectator.

"Aww, thank you", I’ll sigh, as if leaving a good party.

“I’ve got a lot of homework to do,” I’ll add, a minute later.

To clear the stage.

#acting #intimate #performance #university #homework #humor

Francie Lynch Dec 2023

When...

When writers stop telling us
What we don't know;
When the musicians pack up
And leave the Big Show;
When the actors stop showing us
How to feel;
And all the mixed Players
Leave all playing Fields;
When the clerics and laity
Stop living in Awe;
And the Body Politic
Stops abusing our Laws;
When teachers stop returning
To teach in Homerooms;
And we finally accept
There are no empty tombs;
When the philosophers stop telling us
How we should think;
And our Leaders abdicate
Because of the stink;
When all the Professionals
Stop professing their Trade;
And we ruminate peacefully
Over an Open Grave;
We will ask,
Was anyone saved.

#politics #philosophy #actors #acting #writing #religion #science #hope