slam poetry
Slam poetry: that magical mix of rhythm and rhyme.
Sun kissed days|Summers
In summer's golden embrace, we find delight, As daylight stretches into the tranquil night. The sun, a blazing orb in azure skies,
Olivia georgePublished 8 months ago in PoetsRucksack
The bag slung on my shoulders Is endless, bottom out of sight like A fantasy backpack Or my mother's purse from decades ago
M.T. MontelongoPublished 8 months ago in PoetsA Dog's Day
I fret I’m cold, tired, and wet I’m shaking, thinking of the vet Will she take me today? Why do they always take me away?
Atomic HistorianPublished 8 months ago in PoetsCERTAIN THINGS
There are certain things That I never imagined There are certain things I never knew I could survive Certain things That I knew I won't recover from
Martina NatashaPublished 8 months ago in Poetsdiscontent
Red pill or blue pill? If you had to choose, had to decide a life of knowing or a life of finding out, which would you pick? If you had to book a ticket, where would you go? If you had to stay or had to leave, which would you do? Red pill or blue pill? Red or blue?
lust
✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨ tortured by desire to covet her sacred form “I love you”, he lied ✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨
Kayleigh Fraser ✨Published 8 months ago in PoetsPen to Paper
Pen to paper; an escape most can't relate to. Pen to paper; jotting down all the thoughts you can't express. Those thoughts,
Let Me Introduce You To The Rest Of Our Family.
While sitting on a bench in the local art museum, I became aware of a person standing or was it? I was concerned about having some delirium.
Denise E LindquistPublished 8 months ago in PoetsYou Don’t Know
You may know my past, but you don’t know my future, because you don’t have one You don’t know my strengths, you only know my weaknesses, because you are weak
Alice B. Schellinger.Published 8 months ago in PoetsA New York State of Mind
Laying in the grass of time. I flipped my last dime. I wondered if my thoughts were a crime. In this subliminal world of mine.
Establishment Failure
Time had held me slave to discovery of self and self-will to thrive. ****** Deception of others and establishments lies and betrayals
Sheila L. ChingwaPublished 8 months ago in PoetsChronicles of life
Once upon trying to show normal, "nothing special they said. Now to the dark side, “too weird" they said. death maybe? "damn! that's a sin" they said, still!
Lucy McCormickPublished 8 months ago in Poets