slam poetry
Slam poetry: that magical mix of rhythm and rhyme.
ESFP "The Bold Trailblazer"
With hearts ablaze, ESFP souls ignite, A warmth infectious, spreading pure delight. In life's grand stage, they tread with playful grace,
Diorino GalvanoPublished 11 days ago in PoetsESFP "The Charismatic Host"
With heart aflame and spirit ever bright, The ESFP, a jester in the sun, Doth charm the world with laughter warm and light,
Diorino GalvanoPublished 11 days ago in PoetsKing
With pen in hand, I take a stand, the king of verse, the wordsmith grand. They call me arrogant, perhaps it's true, But none can spin a rhyme like me it's in plain view.
Love's Sweet Madness
They say love drives men crazy, well, darling, that's a fact, Since meeting you, my sanity's been falling back. Forget the poets crying beneath the moonlit sky,
On death.
tick, tick, ticking echoes through the mind i call my own so incredibly loud My pathetic state my pathetic jokes my pathetic whining
Glass ShardsPublished 11 days ago in PoetsKindness and Self-Preservation
A traveler learns a valuable lesson from a wise elder: take what is freely given, flee from harm, but above all, cherish and protect those who have shown kindness and generosity,
Students Of History
Easily Convinced Life forms Inconsistent Puppets Staring at the Eclipse
Kelli Sheckler-AmsdenPublished 11 days ago in PoetsScreaming into the Void
For months, I grieved. Right up until the end, I was under the impression that our two-year relationship was going great. You made me believe that.
Veronica WrenPublished 12 days ago in PoetsESFP "The Life-embracing Enthusiast"
With hearts aflame and spirits ever bright, The ESFP, a jester in the sun, Doth charm the world with laughter warm and light,
Diorino GalvanoPublished 12 days ago in PoetsESFP "The Funloving Adventurer"
With hearts alight and spirits ever bold, The ESFP, a jester in their soul, Through life they dance, with stories yet untold,
Diorino GalvanoPublished 12 days ago in PoetsWhatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same
The winter sat in me loud and galore, Alas, the summer that once warmed the heart sings in me no more. The beauty of life sets in its amorous swarm,
Hridya SharmaPublished 12 days ago in PoetsIt Lingers VI
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