slam poetry
Slam poetry: that magical mix of rhythm and rhyme.
What 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 PoetsI Lost My Twin of Thought
I have a twin He makes me grin I never talk Because he talks for me You see I just think But he does all the talking
Rowan FinleyPublished 11 months ago in PoetsEmbracing the Whirlwind
Delving into the labyrinth of thoughts, Intricate pathways of the mind unfold, Struggling to find focus amid the chaos,
Lawrence Mireku AduPublished 11 months ago in PoetsEchoes of Splendor: Pharaohs, Pyramids, and Mythical Realms
In sands of time, where sun did blaze, A land emerged in golden haze. Egypt, ancient, proud and grand, Where Pharaohs ruled with mighty hand.
samrin mohammadiPublished 11 months ago in PoetsRainbow Bridge: A Tapestry of Love and Light
Beyond the realm of earthly skies, Where dreams take flight and hope relies, There lies a bridge of vibrant light, A realm where colors reunite.
Ranjan Kumar PradhanPublished 11 months ago in PoetsThe Dash's Poetry: A Journey Through Words
In the realm of poetry, let us embark, To weave a tale with words so stark, A journey of emotions, both light and dark,
Ranjan Kumar PradhanPublished 11 months ago in PoetsLaterally Thinking
I really didn't think I would be able to do this, and after reading you may agree with me, but you can listen to this brilliant record by Sniff 'n' The Tears so that must be a little compensation.
Mike Singleton - MikeydredPublished 11 months ago in PoetsYou’re Missing The Point
D istracted I solated S eperated T olerated R esesitated A gitated C apsulated T erminated I ncarcerated O bliterated
Kelli Sheckler-AmsdenPublished 11 months ago in PoetsStepping Out of the Shadows
In the depths of darkness, I once dwelled, A silent observer, a story untold. Buried within the shadow's embrace, Hesitant steps, afraid to face.
Distr…Hey, What’s That
Days dissolve like sugar, in a heart made of glass. Water blends them effortlessly, one to the next. Inching us unknowingly, to that preverbal edge. A lifelike game - connect the dots, directing our steps.
Kelli Sheckler-AmsdenPublished 11 months ago in PoetsDissociate
Dang. I lost myself again. Staring; Trepedatiously into the void, Realizing reality is gone. Again. Can't let myself wander
Ashley LimaPublished 11 months ago in PoetsUntil He Returns
Patiently waiting to see him again. I’ve learned not to ask when he’d be back. He needs his space. I understand. But I just wish I could be alone,
Real PoeticPublished 11 months ago in Poets