slam poetry
Slam poetry: that magical mix of rhythm and rhyme.
Pairless 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 PoetsThe Rebuilding of Eve
And so she thrust her fist into his side and ripped open wide. To the Father she turned, eyes ablaze. begged for half the amount of praise.
Lizzy RosePublished 8 months ago in PoetsNavigating the Complex Dance of Love
In the realm of love, where passions ignite, A tale unfolds of joy, of moments bright, But sometimes, in the dance of hearts so true,
Ashley PushkinPublished 8 months ago in PoetsWhat Dreams May Come
Life is not a fairytale It’s scary as hell You can never tell What’s around the corner Taught to believe in fantasies
Atomic HistorianPublished 8 months ago in PoetsReasons to be Angry - Part 1
There are so many real things to be scared of, hateful towards and be angry about Why do so many choose the most base things to be scared of, hateful towards and angry about?
Paul StewartPublished 8 months ago in Poets"Eternal Flames: The Legend of the Phoenix"
With feathers kissed by solar fire, In its heart, a burning desire, To rise above, to reach higher and higher, In its majestic flight, it won't tire.
Fed Up and Foolish
This is technically a performance poem and is meant to be read with some kind of rhythm in mind. So... We're going to try something new.