slam poetry
Slam poetry: that magical mix of rhythm and rhyme.
Experiencing the Last Nightfall of Life
As the night ended, the stars told tales of a life well lived. Memories sang a goodbye song as the curtain of darkness fell, and they danced in the moonlight.
OverThinkerPublished 2 months ago in Poetsoh well, that's just how things are
you lied to me? i thought it was the truth... i thought you were actually you... but no, it turns out that you're not. and you've left me to rot.
- Top Story - February 2024
One Last Midnight
Medi psychotic sacred dreams in the dark Spiritually hypnotic igniting a spark Dreadfully chaotic when involving the heart
Kelli Sheckler-AmsdenPublished 2 months ago in Poets I Have No Money
In a world of shadows, where pennies are few, A tale unfolds, of challenges anew. No silver coins jingle in pockets bare,
Waqas AshrafPublished 2 months ago in PoetsFading Romance
I set my eyes upon the near distance .. I find myself seeking in a nonchalant manner.. but she is not here.. Coming to the realization that we have both seeking only the positives in one another ... Ah the lust filled fog of romance which statistically almost always fades...
Armand SlayerPublished 2 months ago in PoetsMirror in The Cage
A pet bird confused by its own reflection constantly being reflected upon the mirror in it's cage, eventually going insane questioning it's very existence.
Armand SlayerPublished 2 months ago in PoetsDistracting Life
Upon a large narrow balcony I find myself seated in what may appear to be a popular spot.. reclined sipping red wine, company seems chatty.
Armand SlayerPublished 2 months ago in PoetsThe Dreamer
The Clock ticks, and tocks.. The moments rush past faster than the oxygen that which enters our lungs.. Her hands claw into my spine with such intense energy.. Atlas a calm looms upon both her and I.. Like that of the waves of the sea crashing gently upon the shore.. Her pressure loosens .. Lapping her lips with her tongue, she draws in closer and whispers in my ear " Play me, like you play your Spanish guitar caressing each finger carefully and meticulously on each and every note " .. Moments after moments lapsed upon one another .. Our eyes lock time and time again .. The never ending lust .. The candle that never stopped burning ... The song which never stopped serenading .. Sweat trickles down my chest, she strokes her fingers through my hair and at once lost all her energy .. Falling back gracefully into our pillow of love she said," This love will never last "... A flash of bright light beamed at me from all corners of my vision!! .. My heart started pounding intensely!! .. All at once... I awoke to find myself in cold sweat, panting and murmuring " I know.. I know... ".
Armand SlayerPublished 2 months ago in PoetsYou Cannot Forget the Unforgettable.
When two stubborn soul's fall in love and break up the damage cannot be mended so easily.. Living in a generation where it is considered weak for the men to reach out first and so called desperate for the women to reach out, we end up going into our own dark holes for a while ultimately living out a lie until something so called better comes along .. what a shame.. so easily forgetting the good times.. Which you already experienced and once had with one another.. All those words of affirmation coupled with physical touch and quality time .. for what .. Only for our bullshit ego's to break us apart bit by bit.. life's so god damme short we can be gone in an instance.. yet our ego's and fucked up delusional norms keep us broken and detached.. you want to scream, you want to cry, you want to win and succeed.. the reality is you want to do all these things to forget what once was.... but you never will.
Armand SlayerPublished 2 months ago in PoetsWhat I Love About The U.K. And What Makes Me Mad!
In the U.K. we have lots of lovely places, That never ceases to amaze us; We have lovely beaches, Amazing towns, And interesting cities,
Carol TownendPublished 2 months ago in PoetsEchoes of Gratitude
In the quiet moments of reflection, Where gratitude finds its gentle inception, There lies a sentiment, pure and true,
Celestial Reverie: Odes to the Everchanging Sky
In the vast expanse where dreams take flight, The canvas of blue stretches, infinite and bright. Above the world, where birds and clouds roam free,