slam poetry
Slam poetry: that magical mix of rhythm and rhyme.
Echo
I’m talking to you Telling you things I should be telling myself Lovely things about how great you are That you deserve to be loved
Atomic HistorianPublished 4 days ago in PoetsENTJ "The Energetic Leader"
With wit as sharp as rapier, tongue aflame, The ENTJ strides forth, a leader bold, Their vision keen, a future they proclaim,
Diorino GalvanoPublished 5 days ago in PoetsENTJ "The Ambitious Maverick"
With mind aflame and spirit ever bold, The ENTJ, a leader, strides the stage, Their wit a rapier, keen and yet controlled,
Diorino GalvanoPublished 5 days ago in PoetsNo Such Roll
Images seared deep in mind knots, corruption leaks through, as company rots. I can see why she chose him, alcoholism for the dastardly win.
Rowan FinleyPublished 5 days ago in PoetsBrown Girl, Brown Boy!
Broken homes and broken cities filled with violence and other victims. The compilation of revolution looks to the destruction of America the beautiful. Broken hearts and loud cries the nationality of the designed brown. Inner city youth circumferences referenced by the same mistakes of their parents. Born to teenage boys and girls damaged by the wakes of the world, failed marriages and forced deprivation on so many levels, the socialism of so many devils, underdeveloped. The inner city innocence plagued with statistical endings the killings are headlined as the suppression to the declination of a brown boys potential. Broken homes and broken dream’s landfilled homes and desired streets, the economic fallout of a tailored being. Born a god or goddess just to run into incompatibile desires, the starvation of the urban city. Urban violence and urban changes, the 3rd dimension of urban hatred. Broken harmonies and broken roads the life of a struggle in a brown woman’s household. No one to lean on but the government taken what is given with the definitive definition of assistance. Deplorable situations yet they remain in them. Kids with no father and drug dealers, felons, and criminals, as father figures. Talk about the struggle with addictions. He struggled with addictions, broken promises and broken family values ventured as a means to escape the same society that he lives in everyday. Four corner hustlers, and sexual favors, petty nickel and dimers and solicitation. Can’t isolate them, the brown boys dream found on the court dreaming of finding a Lebron James team. The statistical data always seem realistic when we recognize the difference of societal inconsistencies. Broken systems and broken truths half told lies and broken youth. The urbanization of the broken myth, the brokenness we keep witnessing time and time again. The fight against corruption poverty and destruction the decriminalization of the brown boys struggle.
Charelle LandersPublished 5 days ago in PoetsENTJ "The Ambitious Commander"
With wit like rapier, keen and ever bright, The ENTJ, a leader bold and strong, Doth marshall plans with cunning and with might,
Diorino GalvanoPublished 5 days ago in PoetsENTJ "The Fearless Commander"
With wit like rapier, keen and ever bright, The ENTJ, a leader bold and strong, Doth weave through life with purpose, taking flight
Diorino GalvanoPublished 5 days ago in PoetsISFP "The Loyal Adventurer"
Within a heart that seeks a world serene, A gentle soul, by nature shy and mild, The ISFP, with introspective mien, In quiet strength finds beauty unrevealed.
Diorino GalvanoPublished 6 days ago in PoetsISFP "The Creative Protector"
With gentle hand and heart that beats unseen, The ISFP, a loyal soul doth dwell, In quiet strength, on beauty's form they glean,
Diorino GalvanoPublished 6 days ago in PoetsSour Gummy Worms
There’s a special kinda candy I eat every hour. I feel a lot of power when I taste that sour. Some people think they’re nasty but I really love the worms. I couldn’t go a day without my sour gummy worms.
Joe PattersonPublished 6 days ago in PoetsSkittles
When that red bag finds you it’s time to taste the rainbow. A big bag of colors that Carrie’s tasty insane flow. It sends your taste buds to Heaven when you take a bite. Plus a good sugar rush if it’s tasting right.
Joe PattersonPublished 6 days ago in PoetsApples and Peanut Butter
I've grappled with peas, nuts, cookies and others. I've even managed to hide wedges of cheese beneath my Jurassic Park pillow covers.