slam poetry
Slam poetry: that magical mix of rhythm and rhyme.
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I was inspired while thinking about this game, and realizing that my bubba and my fiance have been lost to the Starfield void. So I thought this humorous poem would make their day and make them laugh.
Hope MartinPublished 8 months ago in PoetsAlien Landings
It’s such a pleasure for me To welcome you to the land of the free! I have no fear of abduction So, let’s dissuade any mental corruption
Matthew FrommPublished 8 months ago in PoetsEmpty
I'm hollow Such a journey we've embarked Thru the darkness Nothing inside all hollow and gutted Where are my friends?
Luxolo PoswaPublished 8 months ago in PoetsNever Forget
Never forget the day the towers fell. Never forget the day when a clear blue sky turned into hell. Never forget the day a kamikaze plot of horror was broadcasted live as the world watched in horror.
Joe PattersonPublished 8 months ago in PoetsI'm Drunk
I’m drunk. Again. And it comes with a kind of nameless desperation. But more background noise than a nagging presence.
Obsidian WordsPublished 8 months ago in PoetsThe Cost Of Living
Fantasies are free Confused with reality Inflation unfolds
Kelli Sheckler-AmsdenPublished 8 months ago in PoetsPairless poem
no one to help, no one to interact just lonely. I need great friends even though I have my family. A pairless situation is unbearable as a result get a tiring soul.
Welcome To The Planet
Hey! Welcome to my planet, Won't you please sit down... I have so much to tell you, Let's take a look around. Photo property of author
paint and penPublished 8 months ago in PoetsCinnamon Roll
Cinnamon roll Synonym troll You’re a bit of a sticky wicket Oops, I just wrote bot Instead of bit Hope you don’t get caught
Atomic HistorianPublished 8 months ago in PoetsShort & Sweet
Perception is a weapon that keeps us separated For all that we’re underrated You have no idea what I’ve been through Neither do I know the same about you
Atomic HistorianPublished 8 months ago in PoetsMy friend, the Moon
Ocean blue eyes gazing at the Moon, Through the cracks I meticulously placed in my broken window blinds. The creation of a mind far too young, adapted for survival.
Shiny Shiny Flashy New Thing
Look at our shiny shiny, flashy new thing The most important, cutting edge kinda thing Even if you have one like it, you still need it
Paul StewartPublished 8 months ago in Poets