slam poetry
Slam poetry: that magical mix of rhythm and rhyme.
"Kiss Under the Moon"
Under the cover of the night, where the stars dance, And the moon, in its splendor, advances to the lovers. Two souls meet, in silence, in balance,
Hendrik SancheZPublished 2 months ago in PoetsYou-6
Where is four Oh, it is locked in a drawer Waiting to be opened How long will it stay there We will just have to wait and see
Atomic HistorianPublished 2 months ago in PoetsGround to Dust
Licking at the facade Worshiping a nameless god Only to realize All efforts will be forgot Break your back all you want
Atomic HistorianPublished 2 months ago in PoetsExhausted
I'm over this! I swear, I'm so over it. About five seconds from starting a little fit. It's like everyone is waiting for my combustion, the fall of a curtain.
J. K. AndersonPublished 2 months ago in PoetsFor The Men
Within the depths of the night, where greed reigns supreme, Lies the tale of men enduring a life of pain and dreams. As kids, we're taught to be tough, to never show our tears, To hide the scars of our struggles, buried deep within our fears.
MTWTFSS
* it started off easy enough the goal was to just get through Monday don't know why it's always so rough there's something off about that day
Kelli Sheckler-AmsdenPublished 2 months ago in PoetsThe Wishing Tree
In a hidden meadow, where sunlight would stream, Stood a magnificent oak, a majestic dream. Its branches reached high, like arms in the sky. Whispers of wishes flowed as leaves fluttered by.
Bishnu KumarPublished 2 months ago in Poetslost
i have spent more years lost than found but i find that the gaps between lost and found have changed where it used to be daily
Echoes of the Lost Path
In the labyrinth of life, we sometimes stray, Where familiar paths fade to shades of gray. Lost in the whispers of the winding way,
Odes to First Love
In tender hours of youth's sweet haze, First love alights with gentle gaze. A whispered sigh, a trembling hand, In uncharted realms, we both stand.
Guiding Light: Ode to a Teacher
In a room where minds ignite, A beacon stands, a guiding light. With wisdom's touch, and patience vast, A teacher's role, unsurpassed.
The Stargazer's Cat
On a rooftop at twilight, bathed in the moon's glow, a girl named Luna has dreams as they flow. She searched for constellations with wide, curious eyes, whispering stories beneath the starry skies.
Bishnu KumarPublished 2 months ago in Poets