slam poetry
Slam poetry: that magical mix of rhythm and rhyme.
Misconceptions About Happiness
What is Happiness? Happiness. The word that is so commonly misused for someone who hides their pain behind a smile. The so-called "happy" smile that has been told that it can be seen from miles,
Aspen PaynePublished about 8 hours ago in Poets
The Power You Once Held
Tell me again, unending silence in my cavern of loneliness. Break-- my vow spoken under the eucalyptus tree. Replay the memories of our undying essence.
Snake
You are a snake Peddling your “oil” In the hope that another desperate fool And their money will be parted Thing is though
Gillian Lesley ScottPublished 2 days ago in PoetsFleeting Poems #1
Thirst- We fight. We breathe. Do we choose this fate. To be filled with so much anger and hate. It is all consuming. This thirst to be the one.
Melvin BektasPublished 6 days ago in Poets
The Facial recognition dilemma
My phone, though inanimate, knows me Facially recognizes me all the time Knowing my every move, knows me Apparently maybe better than I know myself
Novlet AllenPublished 6 days ago in PoetsSmash
I want to wrap my fingers tight around the taped handle of a metal bat, feel my sweat slicked palms pulse in time to a raging heart as my back muscles pull
Audrey BurnePublished 7 days ago in Poets23rd Ave. And 32nd Street
There’s a place here in town Where you don’t go around If you do you must pick up your feet You’re new around here So you don’t know to fear
Jose SanchezPublished 7 days ago in PoetsThe golden age of love
``My hands are in love, alas, my mouth loves them, and behold, I have found that things are so close to me that I can scarcely walk among them without hurting myself.
Karla AndreaPublished 8 days ago in PoetsCensored
For all the poems I write you wouldn’t be able to imagine how many of them are not approved for publishing : Sometimes the strangest
Sarah JanePublished 8 days ago in PoetsThe Path In Between
The light at the end I cannot see But I can feel Its tendrils snaking around My fingers My heart My mind Like an octopus greedy for its next meal
Carnage
Long Island, sugar honey iced tea, I think about it every day, the memories won’t fade from me. I take a sip and another sip just to see if I’m mentally unstable like yo….
LenrocTheDirectorPublished 13 days ago in Poets
Guided By Candlelight
I hate her, I hate her are the words in my head She’s not the one who tucked me into my bed She ruined my life the minute she walked back in
M.J. KatherinePublished 20 days ago in Poets
