performance poetry
Performance Poetry is poetry out loud; poems brought from the page to the stage.
Nobody
Nobody asks the sun why it rises Or the moon falls Why the bird sings Or the worm crawls So please Stop asking me why I am the way I am
Atomic HistorianPublished about 11 hours ago in PoetsYou-11
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Atomic HistorianPublished about 11 hours ago in PoetsThe Gateway
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Atomic HistorianPublished about 11 hours ago in PoetsYou-10
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A bird perched on a pomegranate tree is a delightful image that can evoke a sense of tranquility and natural beauty. This scene could be described in various ways, focusing on different aspects such as the bird, the tree, and the surrounding environment. Here's a vivid description:
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Subjective
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