slam poetry
Slam poetry: that magical mix of rhythm and rhyme.
Stop Distracting Me
Drive away slow. I hate to see you go… Stop and turn around. Take me to the backseat. Rub your fingers through my hair.
Real PoeticPublished 11 months ago in PoetsRecovering From That Distraction
D id it again I said I was done, but I drilled in that vein S earching her Facebook, snapchat and T witter R uining my day, puts my mood in the shitter
Kelli Sheckler-AmsdenPublished 11 months ago in PoetsOffline Everywhere
I deleted instagram recently. Haven’t had a Twitter in years… I don’t need anyone keeping tabs on me. Commenting that I’m pretty—
Real PoeticPublished 11 months ago in Poets"Unleash Your Inner Baller and Join the Rhythm of the Game"
POEM EXPLAINED IN DETAIL ! This poem is an ode to the game of basketball, describing it as a captivating symphony of skill, strength, and artistry. The poet emphasizes the court as a stage where players showcase their abilities through dribbling, shooting, and soaring in graceful movements.
Poetic pulsePublished 11 months ago in Poets"Beyond the Screen: An Intimate Journey"
POEM EXPLAINED IN DETAIL ! The poem "Netflix and Chill" explores the concept of using the popular phrase as a metaphor for the intimate connection between two individuals in the realm of entertainment. Let's delve into the poem and analyze it in detail:
Poetic pulsePublished 11 months ago in PoetsReality TV - The Ultimate Distraction
Deceptively Insidious Strangely Theatrical Reality TV Acts like a Clever Timewaster In Our Needlessly detached from reality society.
Paul StewartPublished 11 months ago in Poets"The Pillow's Lament: Without You, I Can't Sleep"
Stanza 1: In the realm of dreams, where slumber resides, A pillow waits, with longing that hides, For without you near, its purpose is lost, A hollow existence, a sorrowful cost.
Poetic pulsePublished 11 months ago in Poets"Eternal Love: A Tribute to Mom and Dad"
POEM EXPLAINED IN DETAIL ! The poem celebrates the profound love and bond between a mother and a father, highlighting their roles as pillars of strength and grace in their children's lives. It begins by describing them as the central figures in the "tapestry of life," implying that their love story is an integral part of the larger fabric of existence.
Poetic pulsePublished 11 months ago in PoetsSails of Destiny: Chronicles from the Viking Age
In days of yore, when skies were gray, And tales of old held hearts in sway, Amidst the mist and ocean's roar, A saga birthed on distant shore.
samrin mohammadiPublished 11 months ago in PoetsThe Ballad of My Liver and Lung Functions
i’m pissed and i’m fuckin stoned i’m off my fuckin chops and the irony is 000) if i had of taken those mushy caps EARLIER like i was gonna (000
A Broken Mind
Devoid of direction, denouncing devils, I dream of daisies while desiring darkness. Incapacitated, I earnestly idolize idiots, identifying idioms, extrapolating ideas, inherently impatient.
Rachael MacDonaldPublished 11 months ago in PoetsWhat Was I Doing?
Directives are given, time to work. Instead the baby cries Suckering me into playing with him Today is a day when he needs the attention
Edward AndersonPublished 11 months ago in Poets