slam poetry
Slam poetry: that magical mix of rhythm and rhyme.
Two 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 21 minutes 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 an hour 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 3 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 about 10 hours 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
Ventriloquist
Just because you can throw your voice, doesn’t make your words mine. I’ll never be your little puppet on a string, you can’t just drag me on a line.
Josey PickeringPublished about 11 hours ago in PoetsInto the Wilderness
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I— I took the one well-tread, With soft a sand surface beneath my feet And the harsh wilderness trimmed to a fringe
Matthew FrommPublished about 24 hours ago in Poets- Content Warning
Tyrannosaurus Wrecked
Introduction The entire idea from this poem is taken from the book "The Roaches Have No King" by Daniel Evan Weiss. My last challenge entry was going to be my final one for this challenge but Dharrsheena wanted me to do this one, so you know i can resist anything but temptation.
Mike Singleton - MikeydredPublished a day ago in Poets Angel of the Deep
Angel of the Deep Hidden in plain sight Shifting sands and waves Draw in the fools and the brave in equal measure A creature of beauty and grace
Atomic HistorianPublished a day ago in PoetsBroken relationships (tootte rishte): Father's change
Broken relationships (tootte rishte): Father's change Broken relationships (tootte rishte) Mother is saying something,
Mange Ram sainiPublished 2 days ago in PoetsBurning Fire
In the heart of night, where shadows dance, A spark ignites in a whispered trance. Its birth is humble, a tender gleam, A flicker of hope in a formless dream.
Samson E. GiftedPublished 2 days ago in PoetsZoom'
In the virtual space, we meet, Connected by screens, our faces greet. From far and wide, we come together, United by purpose, our bond to gather.
Isra SaleemPublished 2 days ago in Poets