slam poetry
Slam poetry: that magical mix of rhythm and rhyme.
Three Poems
Childhood Snaps When laughter was a big part connections were friendly faces toys were real and meaningful! colors were cheerful
Suntonu BhadraPublished 7 days ago in PoetsTime Machine
Whispered memories of a time long past. Funny how some things are just meant to last. Every time we meet, it's like you were never gone.
Dee MeinvillePublished 7 days ago in PoetsVouch
Vouch for me like I do for you, Continue to give him praise for bringing me through. Having my back, even though I never asked you too.
Tecoria SavagePublished 7 days ago in PoetsAn Animal In The Moon.
While one philosopher[2] affirms That by our senses we're deceived, Another[3] swears, in plainest terms, The senses are to be believed.
Bhim ShresthaPublished 7 days ago in PoetsThe Flight
All through the deep blue night The fountain sang alone; It sang to the drowsy heart Of the satyr carved in stone.
Bhim ShresthaPublished 7 days ago in PoetsDo not go gentle into that good night
Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night by Do not go gentle into that good night, Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Lubna KhanPublished 7 days ago in Poets
Paper Tigers
Lighting a candle And camping out in front Of the clean, safe student union For one night in October Doesn’t make you homeless
If
If b If you can keep your head when all about you Are losing theirs and blaming it on you; If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
May be
Maybe it's that uncertainty within the certainty that seems too intense. Maybe it's the fear and danger in my eyes that leave you in suspense.
Muhammad IqbalPublished 8 days ago in PoetsWhat I Know
-What I know- I don't know much, But I’m smart enough to feel stupid. I know that I don't know. I know pain, I know rain,
Muhammad IqbalPublished 8 days ago in Poets
PAST, PASSED
told my stories, called it my past. oh, in my past. it’s passed but in my past- let me spill this particular memory stain this particular
Emily SerenaPublished 8 days ago in PoetsA Message to the Teacher
A MESSEGE TO THE TEACHER thank u teachers for your guidance which made our future dance. you taught us to read and be a crop rather than weed.
Muhammad IqbalPublished 8 days ago in Poets
