slam poetry
Slam poetry: that magical mix of rhythm and rhyme.
I am a painter (Part 1)
I am a painter. I wonder how painting got started. I hear paintbrushes being used. I see a variety of unique paint colors in front of me.
Taylor CasperPublished 2 months ago in PoetsI am a painter (Part 3)
I am a painter. I wonder why painting is so exciting. I hear people applauding me for my paintings. I see paint being sold by the hour.
Taylor CasperPublished 2 months ago in PoetsI am a painter (Part 4)
I am a painter. I wonder how my paintings will do. I hear all of my paintings not being completed yet. I see paint and paint brushes on the floor.
Taylor CasperPublished 2 months ago in PoetsOde to Toodle-oo:
I find, I miss you more, like toodle-oo every day, unpredictable woman like I am the mountain and you’re the sunset behind
Saroyan ColesPublished 2 months ago in PoetsI am a poet (Part 2)
I am a poet. I worry and wonder if I run of ideas for my poems. I cry about all of my poems not being read and overlooked instead.
Taylor CasperPublished 2 months ago in PoetsI am a poet (Part 1)
I am a poet. I wonder what my poems need to be in order to be successful. I hear a pen being used to write down poem ideas.
Taylor CasperPublished 2 months ago in PoetsFortune Not Fame
I never wanted the fame All I wanted was the fortune But now I see all the bright lights and Imaginary torches Because I write about Frankensteins monster
Chrissy GoodPublished 2 months ago in PoetsYou Can’t Cheat the Cheater
Im popping out again I told you it’s with friends But y’all know the deal I’m going to my other man You think it’s all about money and gifts
Juwann CookPublished 2 months ago in Poetsround and round
I listened to a song once, heard the word calamity, and thought that it meant peace. I mean what else would you think when it was sung about so melodically; mixed with how it is spelled, doesn't calamity just look as if calm just forgot a couple of its letters? forgot that it was the calm before the calamity?
AngelBabyBloosPublished 2 months ago in PoetsTrauma
Hiding behind my comfort zone Was always alone Never felt warm and secure in the place I was supposed to call home Cold, bold anger
Katie LaurenPublished 2 months ago in PoetsThe cold ice cubes
The Cold ice cubes are very chilled. The Cold ice cubes are often found in water. The Cold ice cubes can be found in iced tea.
Taylor CasperPublished 2 months ago in PoetsBlank pages
Blank pages are new works of art for writers and poem writers that have not been written in and used yet. Blank pages can hold significant amounts of information which includes anything from notes to songs.
Taylor CasperPublished 2 months ago in Poets