slam poetry
Slam poetry: that magical mix of rhythm and rhyme.
I started a joke...
"I started a joke, which started the whole world, crying." I'm listening to this album and the lyrics aren't lying. This song sounds like the soundtrack of my strife. And, I just want to thank the Bee Gee's, for giving me a title, for this poem... And for saving my life.
©I.M. "That Girl," Inure MusePublished about 5 hours ago in PoetsLust
I don’t need love when I’m lusting Just a blunt and some questionable decisions You’re the only person I can really vibe with
White Widow
Imagine you were a fish & you had to learn how to swim in oil. I know , impossible. Thrown out into the world like the pack of wolves it was. Why am I here ? I didn’t ask to be born was a question I never got an answer to. Raised in the ghetto, I was a diamond in the rough, the needle in the haystack , the white owl in the night. Lots of bark & hard bites. I wasn’t the fliest, I never knew how to fly a kite but I know how to write. I was always the highest, frisky, the feistiest. Thought it was cool to be mean cause that’s what I was shown. Family , friends & even the man down the road. Imagine trying to something so consistently & frequently, and it never works out. Imagine wanting to die and the only person healthy is you. I was my biggest enemy. Was is consistent in my vocabulary now & days. I was broken down BAD,shattered like those extra tiny pieces of glass. Then it hit me. I’ll never be happy if I don’t be the REAL ME. So I had to bury some things in order to go back to me. I had to kill my ego , I’ll do the time for me. Now I’m happy & I Glow , I’m a White Widow.
Breanna RogersPublished a day ago in Poets
MY FRESH START
I want to start over erase the past with fresh do overs embrace the path that got me closer I was so ashamed to be the color blind artist
Authentic_teeceePublished 3 days ago in Poets
Peer Pressure
Hot take: "If you step on a crack you break your mamma’s back" Was effectively The “Share this with 10 people Or you’ll have bad luck for seven years”
Slip up
Slipping, sliding, and spiralling right out of consciousness, Controls gone for a walk, Taking with it all those sensibilities that to us we hold so dear,
George DallimorePublished 3 days ago in Poets
PHNXRTRN.. Road Lungs
.PHNXRTRN. I need to make it back To Phoenix whether or Not the word finances The ticket. I believe love is there And she's waiting.
Michael ButorovichPublished 6 days ago in Poets
Rabbit Lit
.RABBIT LIT. "We're all a little mad in this motherfucker" So said the Cheshire cat about our land of wonder That's what I'd discover after poking through the rabbit hole
Michael ButorovichPublished 6 days ago in Poets
This Hand and More
.THIS HAND AND MORE. Sometimes it feels Useless to put my Blood on the canvas For the crowd to Examine when they Don't even know what
Michael ButorovichPublished 6 days ago in Poets
My Body is a Temple
My body is a temple, my eyes are the door. Watch where you step, there are cracks in my floor. My body is a temple, my soul is the key.
Brittany FenwickPublished 6 days ago in Poets
My life: Crazy and Beautiful
My mom, God bless her soul. She worked hard to raise me. Baby daddy leaving her six months pregnant. Just to go smoke meth with his friends.
Maddie BuschPublished 7 days ago in Poets
People at the Gate.. It's Easier in the Game
.PEOPLE AT THE GATE. If they come with torches Toward my paper mansion I'll pour myself a good Drink and wait to burn With my creations.
Michael ButorovichPublished 8 days ago in Poets
