slam poetry
Slam poetry: that magical mix of rhythm and rhyme.
Resolution, Revolutionary
Sleep resolute: How could I get more rest? Many contest to sleep- Relaxation and rest; sleep contested me- Created R&R so I matched the sheets-
Aulani NahinaPublished about 19 hours ago in PoetsTaste No Evil
Forbidden fruit tastes like home; where midday naps are common, and contentment knows no end. I find myself enthralled with its would-be poison;
Mia ShumakePublished about 21 hours ago in Poets
open the road
it was Monday the Sun went into hiding slowly behind the skyscrapers New York swallows into a hole there is a little light left along with some other colours
how i write
this is part two and I’m writing this after an argument with the one I love and then you are there reading my words in search of finding peace
Life and Story
One day the dream was broken from sleep, The door of happiness Turned again and looked at it, Time stood between life and death,
Priyabrataa GangulyPublished 2 days ago in Poets
My First
you were the reason I love dogs just as much as I do, today. you. no other dog; you. you did that. of course I had other special dogs
Life and Truth
Saw a glimpse of life yesterday, she was humming my way on the roads, then found it here and there, she was smiling softly,
Priyabrataa GangulyPublished 3 days ago in PoetsLosing Battle
Even though I was used to the unease that found a permanent home in my soul, I was never ready for when it came at full force.
Ariana YeagerPublished 4 days ago in PoetsFury
A poem about being a human being **** Worn down so thin, I’m feeling thin. I’m starving inside while I’m Completely full.
Melissa IngoldsbyPublished 5 days ago in Poets
Blank Page
A blank page Can be a scary thing Staring, waiting for something, anything To be put on it. At times intimidating
Hannah LangleyPublished 7 days ago in Poets
The Lady in the Fabric Store
"Documenting Human Truths" is a large scale series by Veronica T.G that transcribes human truths of fear, desire, hate, dispair, joy, into poetry.
Veronica AdastraPublished 8 days ago in Poets
Keychains
Keychains There was a melody that played on the backbeats of every word never said. And it keeps fucking with your head.
Jjenni DagnelliPublished 8 days ago in Poets
