At the poetry slam
For the next two minutes
you are mine!
For me to seduce or assault your ears
as I will,
for me to leave a mark in your memory
or move on indifferently.
I won't beg or plead for you
to have me back.
I won't grovel at your feet
asking you to take me with you
when you move on.
I won't threaten to cry
or ask why I wasn't good enough,
if my neckline wasn't plunging enough,
if I didn't rhyme or curse enough.
ESTÁ A LER
Sweeping Winds and Rainbow Beginnings
PoesiaThese are a few of my poems. I would prefer to take my time and try to sort the better ones out from the rubbish so it might take me a while to collect. I hope you can stop by and enjoy a poem or several. In poetry (good or bad) we express something...
