slam poetry
Slam poetry: that magical mix of rhythm and rhyme.
Fire and Brimstone
I'm so tired of hearing what the Bible says, What the preachers say, What the men in blood-soaked suits say. I am past the point of mourning
November
We talked in November, you said that you had fallen in love In my mind I was hoping I was the one you were speaking of Leaves were falling, I was calling for a sign
Sometimes When We Touch
Sometimes when we touch, the honesty is too much I close my beady eyes and hide Tho, not trying to be snide I wanna hold you 'til I die
Paul StewartPublished 11 months ago in Poets- Top Story - May 2023
surge capacity
there's a word for this when the air burns your lungs and the talking heads send shivers down your spine when it is all too much
From Life to Abyss
There is a tale of life descent in shadows deep; Where pain thrives, a tapestry woven with disorted lives; A darkened verse of despair.
Farcas IonutPublished 11 months ago in PoetsThe new book smell
The new book smell, Casts a spell, One of curiosity, And a level of ferocity, It's deeply inspiring, Awaiting brain re-wiring,
Merritt XavierPublished 11 months ago in PoetsThe air of home
The air of home, Brings a familiar feeling to my bone, When you smell where you dwell, It's something you can't sell, It's a reminder of my upbringing,
Merritt XavierPublished 11 months ago in PoetsLuck in the sand
Luck in the sand, I thought as I stand, As I hold in my hand, Something unplanned, A found dollar bill squeezed, In the interesting texture I was pleased,
Merritt XavierPublished 11 months ago in PoetsThe taste of Oolong tea
The taste of Oolong tea, Makes me feel free, The first drop calms the storm, And the rest keeps me warm, Neither black nor green,
Merritt XavierPublished 11 months ago in PoetsDear craft salesman
Dear craft salesman, I haven't been a fan, However you do help my gran, In ways that span, I appreciate all the assistance,
Merritt XavierPublished 11 months ago in PoetsDear Orwell
Dear Orwell, I hope you're swell, Despite the beaming well, And your farewell, Everything's swell, I see you like where you dwell,
Merritt XavierPublished 11 months ago in PoetsCry
Cry In the moonlight I'm sitting on my desk thinking about everything that broke me My glass is full but the whiskey does nothing
Jean Bernard DessourcesPublished 11 months ago in Poets