slam poetry
Slam poetry: that magical mix of rhythm and rhyme.
Unremarkable
Blank canvas she's become No darkness, but no dawn No sunlight in the sky She's unremarkable The echo of a voice A memory in your mind
D.S. FisichellaPublished 5 days ago in PoetsThe Grand National
The Image is an AI Image By Me,And I Know Everything is Wrong Here - Just Like The Grand National. The Grand National is a disgusting event. Too many horses in a race that results in many horses being put down after each race. This is not a race it is a mass execution.
Mike Singleton - MikeydredPublished 6 days ago in PoetsHair's Embrace: A Lover's Veil
In shadows draped, her hair cascades, A veil that hides the moon's soft gaze, Yet in its depths, a mystery lies, A lover's heart, where passion flies.
Confessions From A Grown Child
Fights at school, Fights at home, Yes; I did that. Listen to loud music, Get in with the wrong crowd, Fall in love with the wrong people,
Carol TownendPublished 6 days ago in PoetsToo Old To Act 16
cold cruel words spew like crap from her mouth she pleasantly purrs as they come gushing out finding her joy
Kelli Sheckler-AmsdenPublished 6 days ago in PoetsOverwhelmed and Underpaid
How many more days can we blame Mercury Retrograde? And with the recent Solar Eclipse, another soul shifting celestial event.
My Baby
I sit and look at the sun, I whisper your name to the moon I let my heart fly in the wind, While patiently waiting for
HandsomelouiiThePoet (Lonzo ward)Published 7 days ago in PoetsSlipping Shadows
Shit. Shit. When did I lose the taste of you? When did you shift out of the familiar And into the territory of rare delicacy?
Silver Serpent BooksPublished 8 days ago in PoetsYou-9
I’ll never forget You were there for me in my hour of regret Trapped in a cycle of pain Blaming myself for all that had happened
Atomic HistorianPublished 9 days ago in PoetsNo Emotions
you can’t imagine what I go through your on my mind on the wake up, I wish that I could talk to you showing no emotions, is a sign of protection,
I Am Sav ReneePublished 9 days ago in PoetsEclipse
Everyday, I'm faced with questions to myself; as a Millennial striving and existing. Working a job, but not growing into a career.
I Quit
The pack whispers promises, a siren's sweet song, Each stick a salvation, though the truth lingers long. A morning ritual, a cough that tears my chest,