slam poetry
Slam poetry: that magical mix of rhythm and rhyme.
Goodbye 2U
Where are you going, I yelled as she walked out the door. No answer just silence need I, to say more usually I know when she's mad, sad or high This time I can't, or I can´t tell you why. Usually on Fridays, Saturdays and such it was always a party we didn´t care much All kinds of drugs we welcomed with glee we were all still young it didn´t matter to me. We did things together rather I liked it or not, it was just us two that wasn´t a lot.
Rose RosalesPublished 2 years ago in PoetsRrrr.
Rrrr is how I feel when overwhelm creeps in, creeping, crusting, cringing and crinkling. Because I am trying too hard
Jessica Amber BarnumPublished 2 years ago in PoetsThe Day After
In retail, you prepare for holidays weeks in advance Inventory full of whatever collaboration The company thought inclusive to
Bryndan GrahamPublished 2 years ago in Poetsouch, No OUCH!!
I’m mad that I have to explain I’m sad that you woke up late To the truth of my life That you think you know well now? Oh ? Better than me now
After It All
After it All I see myself looking at a movie, a cycle, a loop My place in the world might just be at a county fair on a Mary-go-around
Akwaugo IbePublished 2 years ago in PoetsMultiracial
She grew up lost in a world full of hate Bombarded with thoughts of confusion by her race She played with everyone not noticing their skin
Sherah MahaffeyPublished 2 years ago in PoetsMirror
ARISETake patterns from the sunAre you going to run?The day may seem dark...But! How can I ignite that spark?As the clouds cover the sunSo does my hope go downIn despair, I begin to cryAs the rain pours from the skyFlooded with emotionsAs the rain fills the oceansEnraged, hurt, panicking...As the lightning strikes and the thunder sounds crackingThen suddenly, a calmAs I remember a PsalmThe storm is over!And I asked myself, "Why did I even bother?"A ray of sunlightBeams are so brightA rainbow of hopeExplodes as a kaleidoscopeAs I begin to smileI asked myself, "Why did you cry?"A voice replied...Because you are human, my child...I'm now beaming as the sunlightNever to give up my fightBecause there is hopeEven when I think I can't cope...
Ceanna GlasgowPublished 2 years ago in PoetsA Tale of Two Faces
I wake up to an ordinary dry Sun, garish on a dead sky. All exaggerated rendition of its glory faded as the clouds swing by.
Prarthana GuhaPublished 2 years ago in PoetsYellow Bellied Bird
I am amused at my muse when she took action to cut me loose thinking it would do to confuse the two, that is, I refer to the lies alluded as truths,
Jeffrey SparksPublished 2 years ago in PoetsNeurodivergent
There is no parade for us I am relieved I sit and grieve No public display I'm not outted Not doubted Invisibly different
Hailey DeneverePublished 2 years ago in PoetsITERATION
On a hunched back, the stones were carried on a hex of a day a long ways away The map carved underneath one eyelid the eye closed, not to lose the way
Alice Karveli / Black ArrowsPublished 2 years ago in PoetsFight
It’s time for a fight My opponent has been hounding me for a long time for this battle and now I’m ready I’m ready to show that I can whoop this man’s ass
Lajarius BlackPublished 2 years ago in Poets