slam poetry
Slam poetry: that magical mix of rhythm and rhyme.
If
If If you can keep your head when all about you Are losing theirs and blaming it on you; If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
Saleh KhakhPublished about 2 hours ago in PoetsI'M Ok
I’M OK Currently my soul has noticed the best, No regret any more for loving you, Lying to me that you were the best we take the journey,
Muhammad IqbalPublished 2 days ago in PoetsA dark day poem
With corn-crowned hours for her guard, Her thoughts have clad themselves in gray, And wait in Autumn's weedy yard. And where the larkspur and the phlox
shot videoPublished 3 days ago in Poets
The Greatest Showman
The moment I believed it, it made what happened true. The moment that you broke it, you were not the person that I knew.
Kelli Sheckler-AmsdenPublished 3 days ago in PoetsChanges
Disrespect I want accept If you were doing what you should have been doing then they would depend on you. For one I'm not scared of you,
Tecoria SavagePublished 3 days ago in Poets
Blank
was forced to normalize my childhood. years of terrifying abuse mom, stop now. mom, you’re hurting me. mom, I cannot breathe.
Emily SerenaPublished 3 days ago in Poetstwelfth hour promise
twelfth hour promise When I wished to be loved, there were things you didn't understand. When I spoke aloud my desires and hopes for the future,
The Moon
Englis #percy_bys The Moon And, like a dying lady, lean and pale, Who totters forth, wrapp'd in a gauzy veil, Out of her chamber, led by the insane
Saleh KhakhPublished 4 days ago in PoetsThe Art Of Navel
Whether you have a girlfriend, partner or wife Of any woman to cherish for long life There is one or two particular keys of pleasure
pull A string,A puppet moves
Pull A String, A Puppet Moves each man must realize that it can all disappear very quickly: the cat, the woman, the job,
Saleh KhakhPublished 4 days ago in Poets
ode to the magic dust
thirty-four years ago, my brother became magic dust which screamed and laughed and banged its head against walls it played with pogs, lit firecrackers, ran with dogs, told dirty jokes
Landon JonesPublished 4 days ago in Poets
Pineal Gland
Three clowns, theres always three Laughing and jumping all around me They just want me to enjoy this finite life They want me to let go of these problems and be free
