slam poetry

Slam poetry: that magical mix of rhythm and rhyme.

  • SundaySally
    Published 2 months ago
    System of The Rhythm & things..

    System of The Rhythm & things..

  • Neon Odyrah
    Published 2 months ago
    Chimera

    Chimera

    I want to talk to you, can't lie
  • Neon Odyrah
    Published 2 months ago
    Scribble

    Scribble

    Losing sight of what matters the most
  • Neon Odyrah
    Published 2 months ago
    Room 501

    Room 501

    Back into my house, keys in, opened the door
  • Vonawesome
    Published 2 months ago
    Childhood Time-lapse

    Childhood Time-lapse

    Preface: I moved away from Washington when I was 10 years old and resided in four other locations before returning at age 29. This situation combined with my emotional attachment to the following quote laid the foundation for my poem of experiencing the childhood I never had.
  • SundaySally
    Published 2 months ago
    The System of The Rhythm.

    The System of The Rhythm.

    Every time I leave to search for my happy, my meaning & my purpose of why Im still stuck here.
  • Inure Muse
    Published 2 months ago
    I knew this guy once...

    I knew this guy once...

    I knew a man who I loved once (and love still). An Adonis with dark eyes, dark thoughts, with a warm heart. I fell in love with the way his spirit romanticized my soul from the beginning. We played around with our hearts forgotten and frayed in a frivolous kind of situation.
  • Inure Muse
    Published 2 months ago
    This isn't...

    This isn't...

    This isn't one of my good days because I've been depressed, irrational, emotional and hypomanic suffering from insomnia for the last three days. Mom's been over for the fourth time today, fiddling with the shower curtains and the rod to Feng Shui my motivation to shower and shave. Unfortunately, I am a slave to this psychological menace inside me because it has nearly eradicated spirit and won't let go of me. I'm crying out for help and I wish those of you could hear me. I'm trying to tell you what I can with the words in my poems and share what this is doing to me; preferably before this condition takes full control of me.
  • Kendrick Williams
    Published 2 months ago
    Color of Love

    Color of Love

    Does the color of our love offend you?
  • Poetic Goddess
    Published 2 months ago
    Fatherless Child

    Fatherless Child

    Using sexual pleasure in exchange for love but after it's over wondering why it's still not enough.
  • Kennedy Brown
    Published 2 months ago
    Gay Opinions

    Gay Opinions

    “Being gay is a choice”
  • Inure Muse
    Published 3 months ago
    Washed in a Wave

    Washed in a Wave

    I'm in the shower and I start thinking to myself, 'If only I could wash the problems from my life the way I wash dirt from my skin'. Could I possibly efface the trauma in my soul, deep within? I don't know where to begin. Maybe I should start by loving myself. Stop trying to please the guy or girl who can't love me, the family who for some reason thinks they're above me and learn to recognize my value; I am a queen the likes of which no one has ever seen, a diamond in the rough ready to polished so that I gleam.