slam poetry
Slam poetry: that magical mix of rhythm and rhyme.
Eternal Dance of Dreams
In moonlit realms where stars embrace the night, A tapestry of dreams takes wistful flight. In whispered sighs, the world begins to sway,
Whispers of Yesteryears
In dusty volumes, secrets lie concealed, A treasure trove of tales from times revealed. With ink and quill, the words of olden days,
A Different Kind of Drunk
When I drink The intruders they come out For months and years they mount Bubbling to the surface Sometimes they make me think I’m great
Atomic HistorianPublished 9 months ago in PoetsExtrater-family
Something just crash landed in my backyard. Don’t know what it was, but hit really hard. When I went to go investigate I met an alien face who said he came to earth because he heard it was a nice place.
Joe PattersonPublished 9 months ago in PoetsVisitor.Gov
Welcome to earth, Mr. Visitor from outer space. Thanks for giving us the grace of your face. From our towering mountains, to the seas and the sands. I want you to meet the man who runs the seas of our land.
Joe PattersonPublished 9 months ago in PoetsMiscommunication Due to Perspective
Miscommunication Due to Perspective “Black Lives Matter” Everyone together, 1. . .2. . .3. . . “Black Lives Matter”
Kevin A Tracy JrPublished 9 months ago in PoetsFeed Me, Sis
My sister-in-law. I'd let her beat my brother for Kung Pao chicken. ****** This is my entry to Caroline Jane's Haiku Honey? challenge from the FB group Vocal Social Society. Link below.
Cathy holmesPublished 9 months ago in PoetsKalokagathia
I miss you every day I think about you every day I call him as often as I can But less than I plan Would you be proud of where I am
Atomic HistorianPublished 9 months ago in PoetsSpider Webs And Football Nets
Introduction The Inspiration I don't normally publish two poems consecutively on Vocal, but I looked out the window this morning and saw a netted football goal, and thought about how cobwebs and nets are effectively used for the same purpose, to trap things.
Mike Singleton - MikeydredPublished 9 months ago in PoetsFor The Love of God - Just Be Real
I hope you're cozy with a cuppa ready for some poetry. Here to slam with you, dear reader. Cheers Xx Fiarfeathered well-wethered beyond excitement.
Today, I rant
i am not trying to get deep and spiritual but how are we not a miracle? the only evidence of life known in this galaxy living in our own reality
Kiesha’s DiaryPublished 9 months ago in PoetsSecondhand Child: The Heroine
How do you define a secondhand child? Is it like smoke: your childhood home a blazing sight and gushing fumes that obscure the pale moonlight? Or maybe a liquid: overflowing cups, reversed and downed to drown Passion’s organ in an ocean of irreversible regrets? Can it be taken in a pill or a needle: a gratuitous rush to the head that leaves the mind and body in a state of gluttonous bliss? I’ve heard it’s generational: and like a trauma response it’s triggered by a subconscious action, a kind of curse from Life.
Sofia Loren PerezPublished 9 months ago in Poets