slam poetry
Slam poetry: that magical mix of rhythm and rhyme.
When She’s Angry
She was angry, I saw that immediately. She scowled at me so familiarly. And I had to hold back my smile, I don’t want to piss her off more. But since we’ve been friends for a while I know what a treat I’m in for.
Joshua N (wordē)Published 9 months ago in PoetsPoem: "Upend"
All my entries are like a scientist's progress notes It seems like ages since the last time that we spoke Trying to inspire myself with all the words I wrote
Kirk S. PinedaPublished 9 months ago in Poets
Shut up, and read
Shut up and read. And let me smoke my joint. I’m trying to medicate my way to happiness. Hopefully, the melody of THC will immobilize me,
©I.M. "That Girl," Inure MusePublished 9 months ago in Poets
Yup! Untitled
I know it’s a little unbridled, but that’s where I’m at now. No labels, and no fucks, are given. I just need to keep moving forward now and try,
©I.M. "That Girl," Inure MusePublished 9 months ago in Poets
Take Your Trope and Shove It
You're different, you say. Do you hate life? you ask. Make me love life, you beg. What do you want from me? I ask.
Kitty LynnPublished 9 months ago in Poets
Shortcuts
Making money comes with a price Thieves also play a game of chess The bag of Money, King in this life's game So they play well, not to get a checkmate
The Man Behind The Man
Congrats mom, it's a baby boy Little did she know he was also a killjoy Baby Jay ,a sweet harmless male child The physical appearace of Logan, so wild
Busy body
Busy body Busy body busy bodies are in all in my face. Trying to pump you for information. As if there in a race. Busy body busy body
wiseorsourquotes pdMasonPublished 9 months ago in Poets
Not Little Girl
I am not a little girl anymore I am not the same girl you once knew I am not the same... maybe it was you that changed me
Scarlett MariePublished 9 months ago in Poets
Body love
I wasn't sure whether I didn't love myself. Or if loving had become little to do with the way I appeared, and more to do with my invisible qualities.
Tinker KennedyPublished 9 months ago in Poets
Missteps
Mistakes Of What do I stand accused, You seem to want to blame me, For everything that goes wrong In your life. I can feel that your glares that rest on my back. But not one will confront or say of what I am accused, at least not to my face.
wiseorsourquotes pdMasonPublished 9 months ago in Poets
Big girl panties
big girl panties We all know that girl thats got nothing better to do but to set around and complain about you. I guess never knew that i was that interesting until I met you
wiseorsourquotes pdMasonPublished 9 months ago in Poets
