slam poetry

Slam poetry: that magical mix of rhythm and rhyme.

infernal wings
when i leave his heart behind there will be ashes where i stood embers glow, still amber like the fiery mood quiet scars still burning in the dark
By ⸘jason alan‽a day ago in Poets
water under the bridge
a poem inspired by the Tao Te Ching ______________________________________ i am a force of nature beyond control free-flowing and powerful
By ⸘jason alan‽3 days ago in Poets
You are binge watched
Here’s me looking at you looking at me And I am still looking Paused with a split second of silence and you do it again. That thing …you know; it’s kinda that curiosity shocked look.
By Tanya Gibler3 days ago in Poets
Trauma bangs. Top Story - October 2026.
The blessing of surviving long enough to get a haircut he’d hate. Soon after escaping, I cut my hair into a bob. He would have hated it.
By Veronica Wren4 days ago in Poets
We’re All Caught Up Here In My Head
It’s a little over crowded in that room of mine upstairs My headphones plug the holes, while my favorite music blares One hundred different socks, and I cant find a single pair
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden6 days ago in Poets
Enough Is Enough. Top Story - October 2026.
A/N: This is a common occurrence for women on a daily basis. When My youngest was in middle school a boy approached her and thanked her for wearing the top she had on, because he just nutted in his pants. She never told me this story until a year ago when I went to see her final art exhibit and learned why she began to wear binds a week after (tight bra type tops) and colored her hair dark just so she wouldn't be sexualized because of her appearance. Over 14 years later and she still carries the pain from that unwanted, unwarranted comment of a stupid boy. Believe me, had I known, that boy would have been enlightened, she still won't tell me his name.
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden6 days ago in Poets
November 3rd - Guy Fawkes Night In The USA
Introduction A Free form poem for the upcoming midterms November 3rd - Guy Fawkes Night In The USA 🗽 ✖️🎃✖️🎃✖️🎃✖️🎃✖️ 🗽 Remember, Remeber The Third Of November Make Sure You Get Out And Vote The Orange Bully Your Country He's Sullied It's Time He Got His Coat Behind Jail Bars Is His Place Wipe The Grin From His Orange Face The USA Is Full Of Good Him And His Cronies Spilled Innocent Blood Now Is The Time to Bring Him Down Throw Him In The Gulf Of Mexico Let Him Drown 🗽 ✖️🎃✖️🎃✖️🎃✖️🎃✖️ 🗽
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 7 days ago in Poets
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Not afraid to admit ,sometimes fear gets the better of me Held hostage at his ill-organised tea party There is so much I am yet to prove to myself
By Harydo Neon7 days ago in Poets
What Defines a Scorpio: The Pinch, the Sting, or the Heart?
What defines a Scorpio? Now that is the question... Yet life beside this mystery is how we learn the lessons; And if you are graced with her presence, it's a blessing, For she's a solitary creature who makes few confessions.
By Dr. George Shannon Ferguson8 days ago in Poets
When You Quit Your Job
When you quit your job, For the opportunity you've spent years searching for, Freedom settles in slowly. Their burden is no longer yours to carry And the long, familiar drive To a place that took more than it gave Finally has an end date. When you quit your job, And you get to tell everyone that you're leaving, You're met with congratulations, affection, and sadness And you realize that leaving a place feels different Than leaving the people in it. The faces you see daily will become Names you rarely hear. When you quit your job, The time you've given it means very little. They replace you within days. Whether they scramble to cover the absence, Or welcome the change with open arms, The workplace keeps running. There's always someone else. When you quit your job, They tell you that you're going to be jam packed With tightening up unfinished business. But your final stretch is empty. Your responsibilities dwindle. The minutes drag and you find yourself Ready for your final goodbyes early. When you quit your job, You gather what belongs to you And leave behind what belongs to them. You organize the files, clear the desk, Tie up the loose ends. Then, almost without noticing, You stop appearing on the email chains. The conversations about tomorrow continue without you, And your voice no longer has a place in them. You have already imagined your life beyond these walls, But your body must remain Until the calendar says you can leave. When you quit your job, The last day seems to drag with every passing hour. Until, at last, it arrives. You gather your things, cross the finish line, And step out of the building for one last time. For once, there is nothing waiting for you inside. No task to finish. No reason to return. Only the world beyond those doors, And the quiet relief of knowing You are finally free. A breath of fresh air.
By Annie10 days ago in Poets
Beauty for Ashes
Beauty for Ashes I have walked through the ruins of all I once knew, Through the wreckage of dreams that I thought would come true. I’ve knelt in the dust where my strength came undone, And wondered if beauty could grow where there’s none.
By Hannah Lambert10 days ago in Poets
Lord, Guard My Heart
Lord, Guard My Heart Lord, guard my heart from all that I desire That draws me from Your altar, dims Your holy fire. If I should crave a thing You never meant for me, Then break my heart for what will break my bond with Thee.
By Hannah Lambert10 days ago in Poets