slam poetry

Slam poetry: that magical mix of rhythm and rhyme.

Quiet
You ever have something happen to you and you survive it, but as you continue on with your life you find it has rendered you quiet? People see you as the same friendly face; they like your mask, and they would never guess in a million years all the things hiding behind it. They ask, "Hey, why don't you sing anymore?" What they don't know is how hard you work every day to breathe, and still fight it. You ever have something happen to you and you survive it, but as you continue on with your life you find it has rendered you quiet? It happened to me. I am still breathing, but it has rendered me quiet.
By Sara Wynn9 days ago in Poets
Mad Alice Lane
Introduction Peter Lawlor is an incredible musician, and this piece is wonderfully ghostly. The video has had two and a half thousand views on my YouTube Channel.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 10 days ago in Poets
10/2/26
I’ve forgotten more than I’ve written Poems of pain Poems of being smitten My body riddled by riddles Curing me with their cancer
By Atomic Historian10 days ago in Poets
The Word
How dare you? You said the word. We agreed not to ever . E V E R . EVER say that word to one another. You promised.
By Julie Lacksonen11 days ago in Poets
Incubus of Dreams
A long journey or expression Pouring out of the soul and mind A lifetime of tales unwind You suffer and bleed for every word The costs are high, wide, and deep Yet something takes what you can’t keep Knowledge and data collected Used to one’s disadvantage You have no purchase to leverage
By Alexandra Grant11 days ago in Poets
Fuck You Mikeydred. Content Warning.
Introduction This is a stampy poem about the fact that Vocal can't be bothered to support users with issues. They owe me for Ambassador Payments, not much but have not answered an email that was first sent on July 3rd this year.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 11 days ago in Poets
The Dinner Bell
You're not going to take my voice, Without a fight for your life. We're fucking tired of you little boys Trying to put out the fire in our eyes.
By CT Idlehouse11 days ago in Poets
The Fallen
Bones of leaves crunching, crunching under my feet; the smell of fall being of their sweet decay. Covered, for miles, as far as the eye can see, with the rainbow of bodies as sun meets day. - Some pile them all up, then throw them all away; some kick them out of the way to forge a path. Others walk right by, and look the other way, moving on; they trample through said aftermath. - Look up to see just where they have fallen from; silver knives slicing skies, chasing those spirits, as if bony fingers were clawing upward-- empty arms flailing and frantically twisted.
By Sara Wynn12 days ago in Poets
Refugees
Introduction This is an absolutely beautiful song, and I have included Peter Hamill's almost tear jerking performance at the 2026 BBC Proms. Absolutely stunning, and I hope you can listen to both versions.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 13 days ago in Poets
The Blame Game
A man rapes a corpse in a forest... Is that corpse the one to blame? No? Can you tell me why then, A living, breathing woman
By CT Idlehouse14 days ago in Poets
The C Word
The mere thought of you Sucks the light from the day You desiccate a blooming rose The fullness of life empties at your whispered name All color turns gray
By Alexandra Grant14 days ago in Poets
Why Can't I Remember?
Why can't I remember? What am I avoiding? Why do I hide from the truth when I know you're not a good person? Why do I keep coming back when everybody tells me,
By Dylan 14 days ago in Poets