Slam poetry: that magical mix of rhythm and rhyme.
A company that doesn’t care Only cares about the profits it makes It’s such a disgrace Short staffed and under paid It’s a shame I’ve been with you over a decade
By Jennifer lindquist15 days ago in Poets
a gasping sigh fear holds on tight refusing to let go a change the blame dark claims the night numbing from head to toe
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden15 days ago in Poets
Floating on air hands skimming gold saffron Nothing can be spared beautiful assassins Striking the blow rusty blades piercing skin
On and off relationship If anything, ours is what people call a situationship I could lie to myself and say I am mad at you
By Harydo Neon16 days ago in Poets
The greatest peace you’ll ever feel is the one you create. A new reality is born. It’s more than just an escape. It is your new lifeline. Hidden treasure, it’s your new pearl.
By Joe Patterson16 days ago in Poets
Welcome to No Consequences University, Where you can rape women and still remain in varsity. Where you can post a group chat saying, "free pussy,"
By CT Idlehouse16 days ago in Poets
What if the weight you’ve been carrying was never yours to begin with? What if the reason you can’t move forward is because you’ve been walking in circles, mistaking survival for a destination?
By Shai Anderson17 days ago in Poets
There is a shine that emanates from the depths of your soul. Illuminating pages in a book from a story untold. The arrival of a glow born from the darkness of fight.
By Joe Patterson17 days ago in Poets
You will always be capable of being a monster. It is what you have chosen over and over again. - You will
By Sara Wynn17 days ago in Poets
Misty, smoke filled the car. Home was so far, Miles and miles we drove. With each hard turn my body flowed with its rhythm.
By Nala18 days ago in Poets
I mended that scar with your butterflies and you had no idea mine looked the same... my marks were just invisible, inside;
By Sara Wynn18 days ago in Poets
You tell the earth not to quake The longer I hold it at bay The more savage the shaking You order the sun not to shine In the long, frigid night You cry over withering vines
By K.B. Silver 18 days ago in Poets
