slam poetry
Slam poetry: that magical mix of rhythm and rhyme.
Snickers
May I have your attention? I’d really love to kick a bar. Some slam poetry, an ode to the snickers bar. You can’t keep me from them, so unhand me.
Joe PattersonPublished 2 months ago in PoetsWork Time
It’s all becoming clearer It’s all smoke and mirrors As everything draws nearer We pretend to do the right thing But life’s queerer than it seems
Atomic HistorianPublished 2 months ago in PoetsWilderness
They think I’m always on the hunt Always on the prowl But usually I’m just sitting here Thinking Pondering in this wilderness I call my brain
Atomic HistorianPublished 2 months ago in Poetsuninspired
I keep waking up and feeling stuck, behind my eyes of what if I am no longer enough. Not for a person per say, but the actions that define me going about my day. I see myself, I see the list of dreams I have set, yet, I am in my head. Riding the coattails of the biggest theif of enjoyment, yet seeking that same disraction to ignore all of it. I can say I know what I want to do and where I want to be, but you see, I am my biggest enemy. Both locked behind watching a screen, but missing what I need to be learning. Instead, I am avoiding, toying with what I would buy with the money I don't have, being distracted by my time instead of it adding value. The screen, the knowledge, the dedication, the pressure of it being my occupation, should motivate me right? But instead I sit here and I fight with myself, denying, even, lying to myself on what would help. I am destroying my confidence by affirming my actions, of not doing anything at all. No longer extrodinary, not even oridnany, not a doer, but a follower. Someone full of wants with no direction, a complainer lost in disillusion. I am untterly stuck behind the lack of motivation and or determination to be the expectations I thought I could be. I want someone who knows what I am about to believe in me, but in reality, that person needs to be me. But here I am writing and rambling, over the uninspired poem I had to scratch out of my dislocated mind. I dont deserve anyones pity, because this illogic is considered blind. But here I am, uninspired, venting untill maybe I can feel the fire of desire to be better than I was today, but like I said, I am really good at what I say.
Rilee AreyPublished 2 months ago in Poets- Top Story - March 2024
Potato Sticks
If this snack was a drug I’d have to take a hit. Life just ain’t life for me without a jar of potato sticks. Trust and believe when I get em, I’ve got em’.
Joe PattersonPublished 2 months ago in Poets smooth like butta
satisfied. accepted. euphoric. happy. show me the bread and pass the butter; I always want to feel this way. -- it might be a pile of flour, water, and salt, but I was always satisfied.
Courtney AnnPublished 2 months ago in PoetsApril 18, 2017
I gave Orlando a small reading in The last few minutes I had on break. “I feel your poems are so relatable” He commented once I finished.
Michael ButorovichPublished 2 months ago in PoetsApril 20th, 2017
The April wind makes the trees sway. { Out of 23 poems I will write for This chapbook you are viewing #18 { I’m sober thinking of my fathers
Michael ButorovichPublished 2 months ago in PoetsNumb Ernine Teen
It is now another night Where the chance to make Something of myself Is present- { { By most mornings I’ll
Michael ButorovichPublished 2 months ago in PoetsThe Annual Poetry Award for the Token Poverty Class Poet
I do not care for your quotidian sesquipedalian poetry or prose. Periphrastic pensive gazing from your opulent safety glass windows incites me to vomit my plastic pellet fish and glyphosate potato dish over it. You obfuscate words to sunder your world from mine, erecting the heart’s frozen vault, creating the ironic foundation of your whining melancholy.
Kayleigh Fraser ✨Published 2 months ago in PoetsENFJ "The True Protagonist"
With hearts ablaze, ENFJs take the lead, Their boundless warmth a beacon for all those Who seek compassion's spark, a gentle seed
Diorino GalvanoPublished 2 months ago in PoetsENFJ "The Charming Givers"
With hearts ablaze, the ENFJ doth inspire, A beacon bright, with empathy's soft fire. They weave connections, souls they unify,
Diorino GalvanoPublished 2 months ago in Poets