slam poetry
Slam poetry: that magical mix of rhythm and rhyme.
Whispered Heartbeats
Whispered Heartbeats In the calm of the night, At the point when the sun plunges low and blurs, My heart murmurs your name delicately,
Rony SutradarPublished about 6 hours ago in PoetsFeel My Words
When I’m writing I need you to feel my every word. I don’t care if it’s gleeful, awe inspiring, sad, or a scary word. I need my words to be something that you feel in your heart. An emotional stamp from which you never part.
Joe PattersonPublished about 14 hours ago in PoetsNobody
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 14 hours ago in PoetsYou-11
For the longest time I walked along my own path But then our paths crossed And I knew I’d never be alone againThank you for reading my work. If you enjoyed this story, there’s more below. Please hit the like and subscribe button, you can follow me on Facebook, Twitter, and Instagram @AtomicHistorian. To help me create more content, leave a tip or become a pledged subscriber. I also make stickers, t-shirts, etc here.
Atomic HistorianPublished about 14 hours ago in PoetsThe Gateway
Sometimes I don’t like waking mid-dream Glimpses of other lives Other possible realities They’re why I don’t look in darkened mirrors
Atomic HistorianPublished about 14 hours ago in PoetsYou-10
I try not to think about it But it’s hard at times like this When I feel like I realize who you are I am the lock And you are the key
Atomic HistorianPublished about 14 hours ago in PoetsSon's Lament
Mom, why didn't you believe me when I told you the truth? That your friends were betraying you, stealing your youth. Why did you choose them, over and over again, Leaving me in the shadows, to cope with the pain?
C. D. GuzmanPublished about 19 hours ago in PoetsTwo moments of leisure ( ke do pal) : Sweetness of time
Two Spend two moments of leisure (fursat ke do pal) with us, We desperately want this promise of yours, Parents don't want any palace or mansion,
Mange Ram sainiPublished about 20 hours ago in PoetsThe Prodigal Demon
Dad, you called me your successor, your protege, In your shadow, you led me far astray. The crimes you forced me to commit, heinous and vile, each act, each sin, stole my innocent smile.
C. D. GuzmanPublished about 21 hours ago in PoetsStay In Ya Lane
When you need to tell somebody where to get off cuz things been body-language’d and euphemised and polite-ed and hinted at 'til kingdom come
The Dani WriterPublished about 23 hours ago in PoetsIt's Cold
I think that I like the cold because it makes me feel awake. It reminds me that I am alive as it bites me, Burns my lungs and turns my skin to stone.
Obsidian WordsPublished a day ago in PoetsShadow.
The shadow of the past keeps making me sad. I pray and try a thousand times to bring the bright sunlight of today. But this bright sunlight keeps