slam poetry
Slam poetry: that magical mix of rhythm and rhyme.
Be your own muse
Deciphering the odyssey of the absolved glee, I traced the bounty trail of light that no one could see. Embracing the silence of darkness as the solitude danced in the hours of plight,
Hridya SharmaPublished 3 months ago in PoetsSnack Time
Pizza rolls between my toes Gushers exploding as I bite the ends Doritos were really neato But not as fun as a pocket full of Cheetos
Atomic HistorianPublished 3 months ago in Poetsoh what a wonderful world
oh what a hollow dark world there's too much to say and even the sky knows it eyes remain low death's whistles echoed so close
the trees
In the heart of the forest, where shadows dance, The trees stand tall in a silent trance. Their leaves rustle softly in the breeze, As they whisper secrets among the trees.
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I Will Not Forgive You
I Will Not Forgive You For The Hurt You Caused Me Convenient It's True Those Wounds Will Never Heal X It's In Your Distant Past
Mike Singleton - MikeydredPublished 3 months ago in Poets ISFJ "The Supportive Achiever"
With heart of gold and gentle, watchful eye, The ISFJ, a friend of loyal grace, Doth weave a tapestry of memory, Where cherished moments find their rightful place.
Diorino GalvanoPublished 3 months ago in PoetsISFJ "The Loyal Guardian"
With heart of gold and mind that dwells on past, The ISFJ with duty's flame doth burn, A loyal soul, in whom traditions last,
Diorino GalvanoPublished 3 months ago in PoetsNo, Thank You
Roses are red and covered in thorns Violets are as blue as my heart I’ve learned to take shelter during the storms The one that you brewed once tore me apart
Kelli Sheckler-AmsdenPublished 3 months ago in PoetsJust Breathe
Breathe in. It hurts, I know. You feel the pain pulsing in your rib cage, spilling over the edges of your day and pooling at the bottom of your gut.
D.S. FisichellaPublished 3 months ago in PoetsNeurodivergent
I always knew I was different, maybe even weird. I never thought I was dumb. I always felt weirdly smart. I was diagnosed with a non-verbal learning disability at the age of eight, nearly nine years old. I can speak, quite well actually. I have a hard time understanding mathematical concepts, body language, verbal tones and sarcasm.
Miranda MonahanPublished 3 months ago in PoetsHollow Haven
echoes of loss carry on the wind quaking churning seas of pain is breaking the ties that bind, unwind unraveled by a decaying string
That is Trikaal.
Whose energy is form. Which has all three world forms. Which is the great period of time. That is Trikaal. Whose damru has aan. ann :- berth Whose trident has life in it. trident: death Ganga in whose hair there is moonlight on the head That's the great time of time It is Trikaal.