slam poetry
Slam poetry: that magical mix of rhythm and rhyme.
Comfortable Sofa Fever
This is my fourth new entry into the Vocal "Get Comfortable" Challenge I thought taking the form of an epic poem and adapting that would be a fun take on the Challenge and after my "Another Raven" which you can read at the end of this. I was confident choosing Samuel Coleridge's "Rime of The Ancient Mariner" as "Rime of The Things That Comfort Us" until I realised it is in seven parts and close to 630 lines of four line stanzas so maybe four thousand words and I don't think this that would go down well although I have maybe six weeks to stitch together, but The John Masefield poem "Sea Fever" is the model for this slice of comfortable poetry.
Mike Singleton - MikeydredPublished 2 years ago in PoetsIs This Poetry?
The image was generated in Night Cafe with the text prompt: "Is This Poetry? Brian Stark Facebook Poetry Society" This is a butterfly cinquain, well two from this prompt by Brian Stark in The Facebook Poetry Society
Mike Singleton - MikeydredPublished 2 years ago in Poetsnever been anyone's first choice
never been anyone's first choice used to be the ugly duckling people thought I was pretty funny then they see me walk and they feel pity
A Thriller's thrill
A mystery is a bomb, But that's what keeps me calm, An excited state, Yet my staying weight, Of movies, shows and books galore,
Merritt XavierPublished 2 years ago in PoetsMI
Black in Michigan Detroit The history’s everywhere you look Shows up in yuh skin Cant escape it in Detroit Michigan We were here before and after Lincoln
That's Okay
I can feel it crawling in my skin, Stealing every breath, it's just a perfect storm I feel like I'm slowly losing control
Katarzyna CrevanPublished 2 years ago in PoetsRevenge
This generation will teach you not to trust others, But when they spoke about snakes in the grass. I didn’t know they were talking about her ass!
Andre The FirstPublished 2 years ago in PoetsPocket full of Poetry🖤
Poetry has always been a space I have explored since I was a young writer in school. I would bring my journals to class and share some pieces with my friends. Once I wrote a poem expressing my emotions about my biological sister and shared it with my class. This did not go well at all! I was sent to the guidance counselor who called my adopted parents! My adopted mother was never supportive when it came to my writing in any sense. She was upset I wa expressing the things she fought to keep hidden. For some time I stopped writing; I however took back my love for this safe expressive space when I was in my early 20s. In my mid 20s I stepped out and started sharing my work. This lead to many open mic nights, and a few events here and there (prior to the pandemic).
Planting Trees with the Children
I ate the flesh of apples to fill my hunger's needs I ate down to their cores and collected all their seeds I put their seeds in bags, with towels that were wet
Thavien YliasterPublished 2 years ago in PoetsMan, I Miss Out of The Box
Gone are the days of out of the box. People just let their thinking be done by CNN and Fox. What happened to our minds so happy and free,
Henry ShawPublished 2 years ago in PoetsThe Delicate One
Dribbles Trickles Rickles Burbles And gurgles Euphonic as it is It is a set of organic sound effects
Marie Cadette Pierre-LouisPublished 2 years ago in PoetsA Universal
The beast in action is always found motionless. If found sleeping, it’s already too late. It’s that simple awareness of oneself that drives the desire of time.
Shane HarringtonPublished 2 years ago in Poets