Performance Poetry is poetry out loud; poems brought from the page to the stage.
Your dreams are not intended to be neglected. Don't tuck them away in the back of your storage closet. Consider giving them some breathing space.
By Irina Patterson4 years ago in Poets
additionally, in spite of the way that I loved him with my entire heart I really expected to leave I really need to ignore his calls when he was imploring me to return
By june moon4 years ago in Poets
in the cloudiness I have a sensation of hopelessness endeavoring to find a light to have a sensation of rapture in any case, it has all the earmarks of being a far stretch and I'm requesting repairing
It came gushing in out of nowhere a stream of admonitions began appearing besides, I don't know the first thing where to go from here is around there a chance for changing ?
also despite the fact that I cherished him with my whole heart I actually needed to leave I actually need to disregard his calls when he was imploring me to return
furthermore I am composing one more sonnet about you what an amazement I trust you read this and would you be able to inquire as to yourself
By kyra4 years ago in Poets
out of nowhere I understood our relationship became work what's more our adoration turned into a much harder sort of work so I chose to leave
My greatest difficulty was feeling that in case I adored him harder it will make him succumb to me they didn't that never took care of business rather I drove him away I'll be coming up CEst battling each easily overlooked detail for him that he depended on me since he realize I would do it he realized that the word no I didn't realize I drove him away by attempting to be the best individual to him I love the floor he were strolled on was he never at any point said thank you for anything I could possibly do was placed in your closest companion
what's more I am composing one more sonnet about you what an astonishment I trust you read this and would you be able to inquire as to yourself
and I am writing another poem about you what a surprise I hope you read this and can you ask is this about you and I will say yes
on my skin is undetectable ink of the names of my pieces I wear them put well even nobody sees they actually harms me profound on my skin with hands once contact me wounds aren't seen by others and I smell has turned into an interruption in many cases he is my joy to hide this inclination that has destroyed as long as I can remember
on my skin is invisible ink of the names of my pieces I wear them put well even no one notices they still hurts me deep on my skin with hands once touch me bruises aren’t seen by others and I smell has become a distraction often times he is my happiness to conceal this feeling that has ruined my entire life
