slam poetry
Slam poetry: that magical mix of rhythm and rhyme.
The Fire'
Flames that dance, like tongues of gold, Warming the heart, and stories untold. Crackling wood, like nature's symphony,
Isra SaleemPublished 5 days ago in PoetsJurassic Queen
New York Velly, the prima donna Velociraptor, was photographed exiting a Manhattan chiropractor. Alarmed by her attempted secrecy, the concerned paparazzi
Ndagukumbuye (I miss you)
writers eat me alive they use me up like a wasted, slaughtered chicken They use me up until a pretty picture is presented Writers use me up like an artist’s toil They wrap colors around a sea of blood
Melissa IngoldsbyPublished 6 days ago in PoetsJurassic Prison
I’m a dinosaur trying to escape my master’s prison. You call it Jurassic Park, I call it Jurassic Prison. From the moment I was born they threw the book at me. Now I sit where all the human tourist come to look at me.
Joe PattersonPublished 6 days ago in PoetsIn the aftermath
In the aftermath Grimacing through the glimpses of her past self, She passed by her pictures on the old shelf Laughing through her eyes that endowed merriment,
Hridya SharmaPublished 7 days ago in PoetsThe Unreality
I exist in a universe you cannot comprehend A world with no beginning or end An unplanned existence Full of survival and resistance
Atomic HistorianPublished 7 days ago in PoetsScrollers
Scrolling and scrolling and scrolling and scrolling. Living and skipping and watching and rolling. The same thing again and again is controlling
Mohammed DarasiPublished 8 days ago in PoetsOne of One
I’m 24 with no kids But I’m doing a bid serving two Life not easy when no one comes through It ain’t easy when they depend on you
Amourè DeezyyPublished 8 days ago in PoetsTrial Day
I can’t imagine a life without you Space between you and I is divided by thin glass I don’t feel like my reflection was meant to see past
Amourè DeezyyPublished 8 days ago in PoetsEmpty Empaths
Empath your empty Empath your tipsy Empath you fifty Empath you get me What’s left after the drop of your dime Who’s son can steal you shine ?
Amourè DeezyyPublished 8 days ago in PoetsOn the Wind
There amongst the Stars Crafting Bright Shimmering Lights Memories Don't Fade Since Legacies Must Be Made Please Yearn The Return
Thavien YliasterPublished 8 days ago in PoetsDragons Were
Dragons used to roam Before Existence Dawned With their breath they breathed in change They made Creation Spawn
Thavien YliasterPublished 8 days ago in Poets