slam poetry
Slam poetry: that magical mix of rhythm and rhyme.
How Time Forgot to Heal Me
He told me he had given me plenty of time That I should have healed by now That I should have learned to be fine But I didn't really know how
A_Skeleton_SpeaksPublished 8 months ago in PoetsShort-Stick Puller
It's easy to sit on top of the castle and Whine About the weather. It's easy to comb long, locks untouched by The day's ruthless work and
Silver Serpent BooksPublished 8 months ago in PoetsMy Mama
No words can describe how beautiful you are. You became my armor from the moment I that I was born. Your guidance are my sword to survive the day.
JUST NICOLEPublished 8 months ago in PoetsI imagine
I always imagine myself to be alone on a beautiful beach, to breath the fresh salty air, to feel the kiss of the scorching sun burning on my skin,
JUST NICOLEPublished 8 months ago in PoetsLiminalia
Awoken violently by a dream Not a dream of violence A crime of sorts When your mind resorts to fusing the two In belief they should be the new other
Atomic HistorianPublished 8 months ago in PoetsThe Art Of Melancholy
Haunted memories mingle, corrupting the playground of my past The ones that left me wanting, lying lifeless in the grass Rejuvenated by the inability to let go of the past
Kelli Sheckler-AmsdenPublished 8 months ago in Poets"The Dance of Life and Death"
Dear Life, Today I want to pay my respects to you. You are a fascinating gift, a brief, sparkling moment in the infinity of the universe where miracles are possible.
John KleinjungPublished 8 months ago in PoetsHypergraphia
“Cause every time we touch I feel this static” Okay, that’s enough Cascada Maybe I should switch it to Mas que Nada No, not the Mendes version
Atomic HistorianPublished 8 months ago in PoetsMy Very Terrible No Good, Adult Day
Distant, disconnected, irritated and pissed off. There are a million different reasons that make me shake my head and scoff.
Kelli Sheckler-AmsdenPublished 8 months ago in PoetsEmbracing Shadows
In the labyrinth of my soul, I tread, Where personal monsters lie, often misread, A tapestry woven with threads of fright,
Karly ColaPublished 8 months ago in PoetsPoetry: Echoes of Sunshine
Amidst skies of cerulean hue, Under the sun’s embrace so true, A day of beauty and delight, Where memories take their flight.
Thina Muhammad AliPublished 8 months ago in PoetsGive my regards to the worms
To his late lover and mistress, The water was troubled with a rocky rage; I burned the bridge anyway. Rivers of resentment shaped my days and nights, yet that anger kept my fire a-light.
Mary E BradburyPublished 8 months ago in Poets