slam poetry
Slam poetry: that magical mix of rhythm and rhyme.
Song
This is a basic poem I don’t know how to write rhymes If everyone ever wonders I just can… sing! * And I lend this hand to music
Dinowars: Brachiosaurus disses Triceratop
This diss is goin out to the Triceratop. Your name says top, but you’ve always been a flop. You think your horns mean no one’s harder than you and you hatin on me because I’m taller than you.
Joe PattersonPublished 3 days ago in PoetsBe A Lady
Be a lady they said and a smile crossed my lips Here we go again digging those digs Accusations in red made me wish they were dead
Kelli Sheckler-AmsdenPublished 3 days ago in PoetsMy Masquerade
* A collection of feelings bundled up in a mood An emotional healing until I'm feelin' good Switching up the agendas
Kelli Sheckler-AmsdenPublished 4 days ago in PoetsThe Traveller
I see the road ahead The fields stretching beyond the horizon The sky turning red The fields will be my bed. There are no borders I know of
Ricky LahiriPublished 4 days ago in PoetsRex Raps
T-Rex T-Rex, where ya gonna be next? Where to stomp your feet next? Who ya gonna eat next? A big monster with little charm. I just came to hear you roar with your big head and little arms.
Joe PattersonPublished 4 days ago in PoetsT-Wreckx-n-Effect
Yo, I'm mother effing Tyrannosaurus Rex Just look at my sexy green scaly pecs The Laramidian mighty predator apex Tho' I got tiny brains, tiny hands
Paul StewartPublished 4 days ago in PoetsThe Adventures of Larry and the Laughter Potion
In the heart of a whimsical village nestled between rolling hills and lush forests, there lived a young man named Larry. Larry was known far and wide for his quick wit, infectious laughter, and insatiable thirst for adventure. But despite his jovial nature, Larry found himself feeling stuck in a rut, longing for something more than the mundane routines of village life.
Michael smithPublished 5 days ago in PoetsIs the beauty of realism a facet of truth or the prescribed norm of society?
Is the beauty of realism a facet of truth or the prescribed norm of society? The beauty of the strides reckons itself like the clock work's step
Hridya SharmaPublished 5 days ago in PoetsSubmarine
Everyone is so worried about keeping their boat afloat In hopes life will keep them off the ropes But I’m just a slick and lean submarine
Atomic HistorianPublished 5 days ago in PoetsSavage
Just a savage Trying to live average But these scavengers are ravenous Thank 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 5 days ago in PoetsSincerity
True sincerity is the scariest thing to hear It hurts to have others truly know our pain To know someone that has stood in the same rain
Atomic HistorianPublished 5 days ago in Poets