slam poetry

Slam poetry: that magical mix of rhythm and rhyme.

  • Joshua Lino-da Costa
    Published about a year ago
    Maniac

    Maniac

    I heard that not so long ago
  • Jonathan Costa
    Published about a year ago
    For Tigue

    For Tigue

    I know she’s looking out for me
  • -A.N.L
    Published about a year ago
    Open Eyes.

    Open Eyes.

    Not all wars happen on battlefields.
  • Harydo Neon
    Published about a year ago
    Lost

    Lost

    What?
  • Harydo Neon
    Published about a year ago
    May-Be

    May-Be

    Maybe I am lost, maybe I am found
  • Jewell Coleman
    Published about a year ago
    They Always Sleep on the Good Quiet Girls

    They Always Sleep on the Good Quiet Girls

    I’m not your average teenager. I didn’t have a date when I went to prom. I took my sister instead... both times. I was a very stand-offish individual that felt more comfortable in solitude than with other human beings. It may sound weird but that’s just how I flow.
  • ©I.M. "That Girl," Inure Muse
    Published about a year ago
    I'm Caught...

    I'm Caught...

    I am caught,Caught in my minds’ eye in some wondrous place. No one but me and the clouds,
  • Heidi Jann Jones
    Published about a year ago
    Never Giving up

    Never Giving up

    And then I said a Good lord what the front Can we not get just a little break a huh? Im a so confused Im a in the can a man Ain’t you gonna come and a help me a stand Cause a we have a problem and a I have a plan to rid all the devilment across the land To free up yesterday from all of its sorrow Like A final beginning and we could breathe again tomorrow. So just a Lend me your hand so I can feel a your strength Cause I will never give this up No matter what the uh-hu length
  • William Simpson
    Published about a year ago
    Two Tales and a Gift

    Two Tales and a Gift

    If life could begin again, I'd write a different poem
  • Nicole
    Published about a year ago
    The Reaper's Toll

    The Reaper's Toll

    The figure arrives with mist and fog so quiet and gloomy, you know the figure in the mist is for you, it knows its job for when the final strand of sand has hit the reapers glass your life is his now. The arrival tolls the bell three times I hope you saved to cover the cost of the ferris man, two gold coins should be enough to persuade to take across the River Styx of trapped souls he says watch out if you fall in there's no return there known to pull the certain ones in and trap them for all eternity, you can hear the screams of the uncertain ones but they can not be helped once you fall into the fog of uncertainty.your going to be trapped for all time that's the curse of the ferris man guide certain souls through uncertainty.
  • Emma Lynn
    Published about a year ago
    Beautiful or Just Subservient, I No Longer Know
  • Katie Hundley
    Published about a year ago
    Human

    Human

    My name? Why on earth do I need to tell you my name? I don't need to I don't want to! Okay, I may not know my name. I've gotten so caught up in who society wants me to be that I don't even know me.