slam poetry
Slam poetry: that magical mix of rhythm and rhyme.
Top Story - December 2023
Biscuit
We bought a little robot To help us clean the floor. It wasn't real expensive, We could have spent much more, * But all the bells and whistles,
Dana CrandellPublished 5 days ago in Poets- Top Story - November 2023
I notice you.
"It's in stone." you used to say about your plans. "Stones break." I would proclaim. "Not this stone." You said it so certainly.
Unseen
Strolling on the shores Unheard, unknown, Long hair dancing in the air, Like fierce waves, Reminiscing the time
Umama ZahirPublished 6 days ago in Poets
Ice
The Prompt Write a poem about something smooth. This is an analogy for how sometimes when people are hit by misfortune, others continue with their daily lives because it hasn't happened to them, it's also inspired by the current weather in 'Nam as you can see
Mike Singleton - MikeydredPublished 6 days ago in PoetsTruth
7 February, 2022, past midnight Truth Lying is bad! Or so They say They’ll hate you; They’ll despise you; Cry wolf and They’ll turn a blind ear.
Smooth
In the realm of gentle grace, where touch meets silk, A symphony of softness, a whisper of milk. Smooth, the river's dance on polished stone,
It's the people you love the most, that hurt you the most.
A year spent predominantly on passion projects, Large creative ventures, Unpaid, with no guarantee of a financial return unless they sell,
Patrick H.Published 6 days ago in Poets
Lie Lines
Tree bark for skin. We are jungle trees of sin. Addicted to evil, and solitary spaces. Momentary stars. Medieval places. Silhouettes against tangerine skies.
Kale BenderPublished 6 days ago in PoetsLost Little Girl
I was the apple of your eyes, Your little girl, Your little dancer, Your little star, Until she walked in, And you walked out.
Carol TownendPublished 7 days ago in PoetsFiguring Shit Out
He hugged her tight, and she smiled wide. He gave her light, and she never lied. Protector of my dreams, the keys to my wisdom.
Joshua K AndersonPublished 7 days ago in Poets
Put the glasses down
she tells you to grab a glass, so she can make a toast “cheers to not hating all men, just most” the word ‘misogynist’ gets thrown around
Kiesha’s DiaryPublished 7 days ago in PoetsBruises
He told me I was worth nothing, He ridiculed me and called me names, He covered my body in bruises, And that was all I could see.
Carol TownendPublished 7 days ago in Poets
