Performance Poetry is poetry out loud; poems brought from the page to the stage.
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
By kyra4 years ago in Poets
I wish just want to follow through with your promise I wish I could’ve believed that you would pick up about you so you would’ve stopped the shouting he would’ve stopped all the work is how they can start you lied which had the most and I still don’t know how I had the courage to leave because I was tied to the door I was connected to you that I don’t know who gave me the scissors to cut as a part but I’m so glad I did
okay I am really sorry for the fake I maybe have a selfish I had to put myself first and now I’m doing so much better without your company sometimes being alone can be the best thing for two people separation it’s the best thing for us to do you never agreed faced just what you needed how much will find someone better and if not I will see you another lifetime but for now we went our separate ways and we table it’s best for both of us even though it hurts so much at the time
suddenly i realised our relationship became work and our love became an even harder kind of work so I decided to leave I handed in my notice and now I am unemployed
I see myself as a broken woman lying under the moon but they told me that they can see a star shining in darkness they can see my soul to keep the sky lit
Long weekend funday leaving early morning on Friday and returning late on Monday. Two travel days with an escort really more as we are leaving Thursday
By Denise E Lindquist4 years ago in Poets
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
They you were filling me up with emptiness and despair and i know that you wished that not a part of me even cared But sometimes I have to grieve the old relationship in order to move past it sometimes I even have to cry to empty myself of this pain
I wish he kept his promise to be the person that he said he would be after every argument I wish he gave me the love that he claimed he would give after every argument
as I suffer inside on the outside my smile becomes even bigger so I can appear to others that whilst i am broken inside
I am dragging the lifeless bodies of our relationship whilst claiming to be in love at the same time i am ruining myself for you and I know you never truly cared
What took you so long? Did you have to complete any mission impossible before you could return? Miss me? Of course! Why didn't I think of that?
By Irina Patterson4 years ago in Poets
