slam poetry

Slam poetry: that magical mix of rhythm and rhyme.

  • Emily Bredahl
    Published 2 days ago
    Call Me, Joker

    Call Me, Joker

    Abused, alone, adopted
  • Kat King
    Published 2 days ago
    While Sitting in Traffic on a Tuesday Evening

    While Sitting in Traffic on a Tuesday Evening

    "While Sitting in Traffic on a Tuesday Evening”
  • A.P.M
    Published 3 days ago
    I guess I'm supposed to give a Fuck

    I guess I'm supposed to give a Fuck

    I guess I'm supposed to give a fuck.
  • Jord Tury
    Published 4 days ago
    A Nation Dismantled

    A Nation Dismantled

    Our home – our sanctuary; burnt selfishly by one
  • Danika harnett
    Published 13 days ago
    Today is the day

    Today is the day

    The day is going to hit you when you realize she’s no longer a choice you get to make because she finally chose someone who chose her. You’ll cross paths and she won’t notice you because she’s staring at someone else laughing harder than you’ve ever seen her.
  • Danika harnett
    Published 14 days ago
    Life in a bag

    Life in a bag

    When a backpack doubles as a pillow
  • Joyce Lee
    Published 14 days ago
    I AM

    I AM

    I AM
  • Widj-Gaëlle Norvil
    Published 17 days ago
    I've been working

    I've been working

    I rarely hold a testimony or a microphone
  • Poetic Glory
    Published 17 days ago
    10 steps ahead

    10 steps ahead

    Gentle kisses, ones that I’ll be missing
  • Poetic Glory
    Published 17 days ago
    Aim

    Aim

    You don’t want to explore her mind
  • Miss Davis
    Published 19 days ago
    Road Trippin

    Road Trippin

    PART ONE It’s like we never met Staring in the eyes of regret Seeing you with your face on We journeyed till we faced off Literally in limbo Bending over backwards -how How low can we go before we all fall down and become merely ashes meaningless dust? Falling out over mistrust Holding out Discussions fueled by lust Road trippin’ , road ragin' Backtracking, we got lost on our way Retracing our steps to find out where we left ourselves Looking out for land-markers in the search for direction Trying to blend into a void that goes only one direction Hoping to fill it via the art of deception Masterfully avoiding detection Setting fire to apprehension left ablaze to sway this way to obstruct the views of the other Otherwise known as another PART TWO We operate, we cruise in and out of crews Then we cut to the chase racing to acquire singing in the name of our hearts desire To raise up a chest that cages a heart that can’t even be reached via long distance or spare a minute for local calls or receive texts “Locked up they won’t let me out” cries of the heart that is protected from freedom and hurts to be heard and longs to be seen… begging for airtime pleading to break out and be broken in, put to work to elude the default For you are not alone, you are only lonely hearts chained behind barricades of property and offers claimed for a rate with taxes included and prices that are subject to change…. For we are not alone we are only lonely hearts chained behind barricades of property and offers claimed for a rate with taxes included and prices that are subject to change…. …. signals dropped No longer in range cries of the heart.
  • M. A. Hetussa
    Published 19 days ago
    respect is earned.

    respect is earned.

    Respect is earned. I thought I had earned your’s, no?