slam poetry
Slam poetry: that magical mix of rhythm and rhyme.
MurderVerses
The call came in around eleven-thirty am. Det. Palawant picks up. "Yeah?" A badly decomposed body, discovered by two hunters.
David ParhamPublished 2 years ago in PoetsBe Forever
Let time pass And knowledge come by Let love flow As times go Let kindness come first And joy, a natural reward Let our step trace the paths
Marie Cadette Pierre-LouisPublished 2 years ago in PoetsSomething Here Isn't Right
People dying, Children Crying: Something here is not right. Cities of starvation And wars between nations: Something here is not right.
Kai JeffreysPublished 2 years ago in PoetsHard to met that girl...
It seems like a game big, Is not seeming It's a deal, have to play, use card big. * Surround bodyguard, have to kill,
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 Poets