Slam poetry: that magical mix of rhythm and rhyme.
Addiction demands we stay negative I will then work hard to stay positive Feeling sorry for myself was my attitude I changed to have an attitude of gratitude
By Denise E Lindquist2 years ago in Poets
4 cassette cabinets Stacked up on the floor Two racks of CDs A stack of LPs I've heard them all Over and over Over and over
By Gene Lass2 years ago in Poets
Twinkle Twinkle, little toes. Wherever he tip toes, all the aggression goes. His twinkle is very rough, heavy and scary tough. Scary enough to make a joke look like a scary bluff.
By Joe Patterson2 years ago in Poets
He casually stomped upon her feelings - with no regard for footprints left behind. Like he was privileged, blessed with silver twinkle toes.
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden2 years ago in Poets
you ever been a kid who was terribly afraid of the dark like turn off the lights and sprint across your room afraid because the monsters that are always waiting in the shadows might get you
By Hufflecup2 years ago in Poets
Hopeless Universe I was his universe Until he destroyed My planets and stars I was afraid that he would But when you fall in love
By Amystic2 years ago in Poets
The leaves are finally morphing Exchanging their greens for reds & yellows The air has cooled to be calm in the morning Summer sun turns light to mellow
By The Girl in Grey2 years ago in Poets
This is my 18th Dark Poetry (made a mistake in the subtitle) from Dharrsheena. Twinkletoes is based on Twisty from American Horror Story.
By Mike Singleton - Mikeydred2 years ago in Poets
Clickbait Clicky-clacky trick-bait Can’t believe I’d pick fate of substance-absent quick plate a leave-me-hungry and ick plate
By The Dani Writer2 years ago in Poets
Magic 🪄 carpet conveyance Take me up Vibe me out Keep me floating Dose me now... Keep me high On your Potions…
By HandsomelouiiThePoet (Lonzo ward)2 years ago in Poets
I still think about when it was just me and you… Filled with glee, in our pinks and blues... Green, ever since my Aunt Kelly departed this world...
By Oscar Wilson2 years ago in Poets
This is my seventeenth dark poem in the series inspired by Dharrsheena. This is a sonnet about someone destroyed by cold.