slam poetry
Slam poetry: that magical mix of rhythm and rhyme.
Midnight Jack
A breakdown of events in point form: Picture a pitch black night in a misty room of sassy jazz. There she stands.... She is a lady of the mike blinded by the bright shiny lights.
Nathalie C.M. SabbaghPublished 2 months ago in Poets- Top Story - March 2024
Huh?
"Women who speak up for themselves are rude. Men who disagree will be scolded. Those who insist will be ostracized.
Cathy holmesPublished 2 months ago in Poets Backside of Your Head
I love holding you as you fall asleep, especially when you dislodge yourself around 2am, and roll - slowly - to the opposite side of the bed.
Botanist
Her cellar is overflowing with wax candles, cured flesh, green mold, and black ants. Her pantry is crammed with chocolate chip cookie dough, heavy-duty
'90s Kid Chichirya
It was a flavorful dance to my childhood, each crunch and crumble spoke of endless afternoons and the simple joys filling my pockets with more than just coins.
Charlene Ann Mildred BarrogaPublished 2 months ago in PoetsYou-8
I never realized how much you loved me Until you set me free Free to be me Thank you for reading my work. If you enjoyed this story, there’s more below. Please hit the like and subscribe button, you can follow me on Facebook, Twitter, and Instagram @AtomicHistorian. To help me create more content, leave a tip or become a pledged subscriber. I also make stickers, t-shirts, etc here.
Atomic HistorianPublished 2 months ago in PoetsBird’s Song
Does the swallow sing in the cool morning light Does the owl howl its hoo-hoos in the cool of the night A rapturous raptor always evading capture
Atomic HistorianPublished 2 months ago in PoetsYearn
I know you are listening , you always do It is the one thing i love the most about you I know you know what is on my mind
Harydo NeonPublished 2 months ago in PoetsDestruction
Empty houses Open browsers Corral us in A prison of not opening up Convincing ourselves we are free If we choose the prison
Atomic HistorianPublished 2 months ago in PoetsYou-7
I thought I was waiting for you But really I was waiting on myself I thought you were the one worth waiting for Worthy of more
Atomic HistorianPublished 2 months ago in PoetsForgiveness
Been a moment, since I wrote dark room I realize it was always used as a tool I guess I was too scared to move on It was a cushion but that's not cool
Harydo NeonPublished 2 months ago in PoetsINFJ "The Individualist Advocate"
Within their depths, a world unseen resides, Where introspective thoughts in silence weave, INFJs, with gentle souls, their purpose hides,
Diorino GalvanoPublished 2 months ago in Poets