slam poetry
Slam poetry: that magical mix of rhythm and rhyme.
Rafael
I will never, Ever Forgive you for what you did. For leaving. With no warning, Not even the slightest, Heads up.
Irini OrihuelaPublished 2 years ago in PoetsWrecked pathway
Wrecked Pathway I was walking alone Each time I was thrown down Brown trees were shaking There was a wavy sea ahead
Tamseel HussainPublished 2 years ago in PoetsSeptentrionalem Status
You weren’t supposed to be a pipe dream. You were supposed to be something that happened. But you didn’t. So I sat at home,
Irini OrihuelaPublished 2 years ago in PoetsWriting
I have such a love of writing. I’m sitting here praying, It doesn’t walk away, Like you did, When you flashed your
Irini OrihuelaPublished 2 years ago in PoetsThe Ostensible Prank
Your ostensible prank is a joke about crank Not funny and now the consequences Will be a confidence destroyer for some
Denise E LindquistPublished 2 years ago in PoetsNo School Ma'am
A School Ma’am is a strict, stern disciplinarian. My Texas Rose is hard working, caring and lovely. She is no School Ma’am
Mike Singleton - MikeydredPublished 2 years ago in PoetsStranger
I thought seeing you, For the first time in months, Would make me feel happy. Would fill me with joy, Put a smile on my face,
Irini OrihuelaPublished 2 years ago in PoetsDon’t Be Pretty
It is a pity that she was so pretty that the shine of her pretty made her cold. All the warmth left her face once the makeup was on and through
K. J. NeithercuttPublished 2 years ago in PoetsThe Insane Society
I can’t take anymore of your pain or I won’t sustain my own life. Why cant you all take responsibility for the scars that you gave me, I’ll behave see? Never been loved so don’t know what it would look like, but I’m not a tyke and I need people to know it’s possible to heal from abuse or misuse of a soul full of pure intentions- only wanting to better his friends. Only want to hear some amends.
Madeleine merrillPublished 2 years ago in PoetsMurderVerse
Empty parking lot 10.00 pm Waiting for the last store to close. Waiting, waiting and writing, poems, verses about this Life and accomplishments,
David ParhamPublished 2 years ago in PoetsSpicy
He said how hard it Must’ve hurt me when “I fell from Heaven.” I tell him, honey, I rose up from Hell, Raw, in a fury of
NikkiDeeFit | Nicole DeFelice OliverPublished 2 years ago in PoetsThe Red Beverage
His heart’s in my mind Answer the why I still pondered: “Is it mine?” “When would I be there?” *** “Never!”
Marie Cadette Pierre-LouisPublished 2 years ago in Poets