slam poetry
Slam poetry: that magical mix of rhythm and rhyme.
MurderVerse
I was just a kid, twelve maybe when she led me down the rabbit hole into the MurderVerse. The nice lady who lives three doors down,
David ParhamPublished 2 years ago in PoetsOde to Writers
I want to write a book I write every day, practice my punctuation, try to expand my vocabulary regularly I’ve written articles, essays, poems, even wrote and illustrated a children's book once
Emma WilsonPublished 2 years ago in PoetsOrder of War
Are we caught up in "War of the Worlds?" Or is it more like "Wars in our World?" Everyday, there's something different Sometimes I just wanna curl
Thavien YliasterPublished 2 years ago in PoetsThe Song of Tsi-laan
By the river, on my side of the stream I soaked my feet, and with rod fishing Looked past the stream and seen A forest with foggy stirring
Octovo LibraPublished 2 years ago in PoetsThe Soul of Ten-Thousand Wonders
You are someone that I don’t understand. You make fun yet you care, and while that is normal for most people, you have an air about you that is thicker than would appear on first glance.
Will Helgren/OchalPublished 2 years ago in Poets03
written a few times. technology had other plans. missing a few rhymes. words left unspoken as it stands. wishing for new cries. tears of joy to absorb in these hands.
Slime MariePublished 2 years ago in PoetsWhat would I say to you?
I loved you. More than I ever thought possible, I loved you. My first thought when I woke up and my last one when I fell asleep. I didn’t know what it was, but I knew it was something I needed to keep. Two times you barreled into my life, cut clean through like the sharp end of a knife. I hopped along for the ride because you made me not want to hide but none of that matters now because you lied. I loved you, and you lied.
Jacob MurphyPublished 2 years ago in PoetsI'm Not High
Ever since health class I was informed on drugs and beer, alcohol, wine, and all things fine, including Everclear. ... As it was ever clear,
Thavien YliasterPublished 2 years ago in PoetsMe V.S. The Guy With The Designer
When it gets to the end of the day and all the people you talk to has gone to bed is the same time you decide to hit me up
Juwann CookPublished 2 years ago in PoetsHoliday Inn
Now I've never claimed to be a perfect friend but I've always been true, loyal, there to defend and I've never tried to hurt you
Bad Actions
I could, Let go, If reality would. I could, Lift up heaven, If heaven wasn’t so heavy.
Shane HarringtonPublished 2 years ago in PoetsUnedited~Untitled~Free Flow
We stumble around the dance floor, drinking up every sip of encouragement we could His soft hands brush against my lips