slam poetry
Slam poetry: that magical mix of rhythm and rhyme.
Should’ve Known
I should’ve known, long ago, that my best interests were never on your radar. You’d fly through red flags and I’d flip them green with every new chance I gave you.
Josey PickeringPublished about 5 hours ago in PoetsPlanting Flags on Foreign Shores
Ink on contracts dries Oh, we nameless faces rejoice! A new spring now dawns // The price of televisions I no longer watch the trees
Matthew FrommPublished about 20 hours ago in PoetsThe Bear, The Man, and The Woods
Sunlight bleeds through the pines There’s a bear on the path before me A strange man approaches from the rear I run towards the bear
Atomic HistorianPublished a day ago in PoetsLies
Lies like a gust of wind The stronger it is, the more it will be felt Blows and touches the skin Then, it feels cold like hard ice
Emil IndarwPublished 2 days ago in PoetsBeti Gudiya: Little Fairy
The light of the moon is also shy, The light of the sun also fade My daughter looks like a doll (beti gudiya), When the head waves on the head,
Mange Ram sainiPublished 3 days ago in PoetsBe where your feet are
Be where your feet are We often find ourselves either guilt-tripping in the past or ruminating about the future. The present is all that we have in our hands yet we tend to often forget the importance of living in the moment. In a world that constantly holds our attention, it becomes difficult for us to catch a moment of what our primary requirements are in the present, to catch a glimpse of what it is that we truly want for ourselves. Everything that you have ever dreamed of, wanted and will ever need, all of it stems from the present moment.
Hridya SharmaPublished 3 days ago in PoetsIn My Heart
In Busy streets of World and dark forests, You are in my Heart In the last station of my journey, You are in my Heart In the fragrance of morning flower blosoom,
Petter JohnPublished 3 days ago in PoetsWe are The Cup and the Wine
We are the glass and the wine, two souls in one destiny, Offering a toast to love, under the divine sky. I look at your eyes and see, the reflection of my desire,
Hendrik SancheZPublished 4 days ago in PoetsA touch of eternity
In the yonder of the angelic light, Resided the beauty of radiance and the somberness of midnight The charms of the fleeting flair of time beckoned to her tune,
Hridya SharmaPublished 4 days ago in Poets21 lessons I learned in my 21 years of existence
I am 21. These are some reminders I give myself. 1)Be your light- Life fills us with moments of darkness and despair. There are times when we do not wish to strive and live the conniving thing called existence. Be your sunshine, light up your life with the courage of hope
Hridya SharmaPublished 4 days ago in PoetsGratitude
Gratitude To the ones, I am grateful to have in my life. Human existence is itself a convoluted rhythm of experiences that bring merriment and melancholy. It was often difficult for me to find goodness in moments of angst and dejection. Life is not always rays of sunshine, it was a mixture of light and darkness, hope and wistfulness, victory, and defeat, smiles and tears all placated in combinations in my existence. I believe contradiction is the beauty of mortality. The presence of dual forces has led to the creation of mankind. Humans are complex beings evolving every day and hustling towards their goals. But success means nothing to me if I did not have the right people to share it with. The ones who stood by me through thick and thin.
Hridya SharmaPublished 4 days ago in PoetsBlack Blood
In the land where the oil streams like blood, Where dreams are squashed in a red flood, There stands a group, pleased areas of strength for and,
Vopnu, Adomale MondayPublished 4 days ago in Poets