Slam poetry: that magical mix of rhythm and rhyme.
High in the Mountains Thunder dragon reigns supreme Trespassers beware
By Kylecovey Smith2 years ago in Poets
You met me at the worst point of my life I was a chronic liar and a pyro and a little bit of an addict You were a church girl, perfect and blonde and better than me
By Dany Jean-Pierre2 years ago in Poets
Landscape of plenty You are my most pleasant vice Home to paradise
By Kendra J. Anthony2 years ago in Poets
Trying is not enough, Crying is a master of all release, as much one can, or can not. Doing is the slave of passion one must carry,
By Test2 years ago in Poets
Ears are wide open, Eyes listening, Mouth agape, fingers entwined. Feelings shut in, dreams carving, ambitions rising.
Irritations, annoyance, insect in my mind. Flies laying infected lies behind a truth, I can never find. So doing this right of my might,
We’ll never arrive If we step in and step back As time quietly flies
By Marie Cadette Pierre-Louis2 years ago in Poets
When living the dream We climb up under thick air... But see brighter scenes
Fire in the mountain Fire burns bright and high all night Water fights the fire
By Alex H Mittelman 2 years ago in Poets
Picnic on the hill The mountain provides good shade The ants crawled in too
Breathless, conquered peak Boundless space beneath my feet Opportunity..
By Jeff van Leeuwen2 years ago in Poets
I'd rather fall in love with the fall. Summer never loved me at all. Winter was cold— so lonely. Spring was once my one and only.
By Real Poetic2 years ago in Poets