slam poetry
Slam poetry: that magical mix of rhythm and rhyme.
The 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 9 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 9 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 9 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 9 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 9 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 9 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 9 days ago in PoetsBe the love you so actively seek
The horizon awaits the embellishment of its blending hues, To be dazzled in its beauties, to be unafraid of the unknown mighty blue.
Hridya SharmaPublished 9 days ago in PoetsAnger and Going Home - rendition
May 20 2024 10:41pm I am inside the freezer. A home to babies and corpses and a napkin I used months ago. I’m uncomfortable. I’m upset because the bends of my knees feel like some sort of desperate amalgamation of part and tide. Separation doesn’t cure heat sensitivity and a street lamp won’t stress injustice, but they say he knows what he’s doing. He only looks between the rods when our teeth turn brown, so we assemble lasting links and pretend our bodies can survive off of one another. All of this to say, my hunger cannot be given to you, my mother cannot nurse you to sleep, and ziplock bags cannot keep these temperatures livable. You have to find a hand to hold and scrape the plaque off your teeth with the tongue that God gave you.
Olivia DodgePublished 10 days ago in PoetsI Think Your Beautiful!!!
He Doesn’t Care What They Say, But He Hides His Hurt Everyday… Just A Young Man Trying To Find His Way… She Doesn’t Know
HandsomelouiiThePoet (Lonzo ward)Published 10 days ago in PoetsNameless, Faceless
I don't know my name. I don't know who I have become in the rain Of another blazing, hot summer day Where there is no sun but heat and miles and miles of gray.
Silver Serpent BooksPublished 10 days ago in PoetsThe Reminiscing
Hello, yeah , it is me in my thoughts again Thinking about the things I have lost and those I have gained And people I have pushed away as a response to my pain
Harydo NeonPublished 10 days ago in Poets