slam poetry
Slam poetry: that magical mix of rhythm and rhyme.
Early or later
Life is a race There are two path to take. The path we choose, may not always be clear, And the journey ahead, may bring us to tears.
Akerele EmmanuelPublished 2 months ago in PoetsAlways Black
Always Black. I’ve always been a child of the skin a shade darker. Tyranny saw me and sought to make my days darker. Always Black. Every avenue of life had a start with me, so every other color is a part of me.
Joe PattersonPublished 2 months ago in PoetsExistential crisis - a poem about life
I wish I could stop the autopilot that governs my life and jump out of the viewer’s place right into the match cause I know I’ll regret it if I let it pass me by,
Self TranscendingPublished 2 months ago in PoetsEARTH'S OLDEST
Earth's oldest Whom I seek for guidance They say you’re a calm breeze But my walls are breaking in your presence They called you a light, soothing, pour But every harsh drop is drowning me Likened to a clear summer sky Then why are my thoughts so clouded Like the kiss from the morning sun? Then why does it burn! I tried to understand But all I did was over seat… In you they found sanity In you I got trapped in sanity And now…I might be insane I tried to roll out But it seems my tires are stuck Aaah!…Who I’m I kidding Its hard to roll away When you are the way.
Eastern TwelvePublished 2 months ago in PoetsIn Your Absence
At least, Before I Can see you again, I Do not Expect our Fire to maintain its light. I Go into the High peaks for warmth, peer my face
Sone KramerPublished 2 months ago in PoetsAll Of My Insides
All of my insides spilling out. Blood seeping into the crowd. Can you see me now? Dancing around like a marionette. Every pivot cancels a full step.
You Need to Ask
Ask your BODY cuz it pulls triple shifts despite deficits up the yin-yang. Every process, an orchestrated symphony of
The Dani WriterPublished 2 months ago in PoetsQuestion Everything
Question everything. Hold it captive. Scrutinize it from all angles. Seek Truth wherever it hides. Anything that is not Truth is a Lie.
S.N. EvansPublished 2 months ago in PoetsRepair
Here I sit Working as hard as I can Parts squeaking and grinding Everything overheating Everyday they use me Abuse me
Atomic HistorianPublished 2 months ago in PoetsAn Interesting Abecedarian
A zinger of a poem I must be! Because you're sitting there, reading me… I'm a Crafted xylorimba of words and sounds, melodious to your brain.
Claire von HavenPublished 2 months ago in PoetsEasy Money
Introduction I work supporting a Finance Department but I am not an accountant and continually remark that accountancy is just a game played with the Inland Revenue with each one trying to trip the other up.
Mike Singleton - MikeydredPublished 2 months ago in PoetsArmor
As I climbed inside of you You I thought I became harmless I took up arms Against all that would do me harm I fought every battle I could
Atomic HistorianPublished 2 months ago in Poets