slam poetry
Slam poetry: that magical mix of rhythm and rhyme.
Pretty Little Things
Pretty little things Soft like heather on wings Shifting ever so slightly Hips sashay in the wind Begging you to come in
Atomic HistorianPublished 4 months ago in PoetsA Novel Poem
How absurd What a novel idea To think that your idea can’t be both What poetic injustice To think we can’t do both What kind of host
Atomic HistorianPublished 4 months ago in PoetsPsychedelic World 1997 part one
Psychedelic world was written at a time the original version and this one as well was written at a time when I was listening to a lot of boy George and culture club during their 1997 reunion tour.
RIKKI LA ROUGE (UK) (London)Published 4 months ago in PoetsIn the Game Of Digital Glam
She is a nymph on the silk screen, you can’t ignore, A stylish performer for her viral fans, Wagging their tongues and beg for more,
Echoes of a Year...
In the passage of this year, time unraveled, Faced challenges, danced with joy, and diligently traveled. Childhood whispers linger in playful echoes,
Drowning Pool
Question I ask myself am I in the lane? I mean I try really really hard to utilize my brain I mean as much as possible without going insane Comprehension tho for me still can walk with a cane Still standing up though on my own 2 feet Its been rough for a while tho my knees they creak the miles Ive walked man only if they could speak I wonder if they would tell me ive already peaked The long walk folks that has been my life Thus far So much self infliction and strife On top of that along the way I casually created a life A beautiful innocent who has not seen much nice. These days there are very few out there who I hold close in the know People with there own problems were all scooping the snow With broken backs wondering what directions to go With diffent speeds craving leads to discover the flow I feel many things im a yoyo you see bouncing back and forth between dilemas that may make me succeed trying to consiously eliminate vices & personal greed alot of easy road or casual trashing some of my needs In my head I get it. an Idea I know what is right Still ive chosen many times to fight the easier fight some call it laziness i might call it a lack of Zest for life worst part is I feel often i dont heed my own advice I know i can be all over the place no excuse in many ways a utter disgrace tornados destroy they dont fix up the place damn do I even deserve to be in this race? aftermath feels like drowning in an acid bath years of hindering decisions i know have surely dropped my class Half Full Half Empty Ive lived a grip right in the past drank the glass grabing cash and still landed my ass I feel weak not only phisically but mentally Battling the thought in reality life isnt friends with me Not always easy life but this block aint just a phase u see when I let live rent free inside my heart and my psyche Alot dont care for me I know this is true Ive burned alot of bridges probably more then you, you, or you tragic ends to some love interests that prematurally grew have said goodbye to some children i loved and I hope that they knew so much time wasted aware and not willing to embrace it maybe change a little bit be a man and fucking face it I been so close many times I can still very faintly taste it Always talk a big game underneath often BASIC I dont need lasik I need to open my eyes Appreciate what I have, build and be willing to cry Look up not down repel the clown first the one thats inside realize no guarentee that tomorrow could be a lie I have a Daughter that is very easy to love The pure innocence amazes and omg what a sponge flip side she has soaked up some grunge 2 rents on the cliff of chatty cathie have plunged Back and forth like a couple of kids destined to fail for so long petty shit we'd never quit of course ive landed in jail calling anyone I know to come save my ass and post bail Holeheartedly knowing people are sick and tired watching me fail I really do have some exceptional friends a few I 100% know I will cherish and climb peaks to defend if they start to break I try to mend and just let it bend I have though noticed a common suspended negative trend maybe its just me realizing people just change never succeded in love maybe I dont know the game feels like circling the drain which then enhances the pain the cold shoulders have been boulders and sometimes unexplained
Cole PaulsenPublished 4 months ago in PoetsWater
Water conforms to the vessel Contracted It expands to fill every crevice It opens itself to the vessel Over time They wear into each other
Atomic HistorianPublished 4 months ago in PoetsFar Away
Sometimes you have to leave right away So the house gets left in disarray You do you’re best to repair it on the fly As you try to keep the wings level
Atomic HistorianPublished 4 months ago in PoetsThe city and only city
Concrete canyons, skyward thrust, Steel and glass, in sunbeams kissed. Honking horns, a rhythmic beat, Footsteps echo, down bustling street.
Sunil KushwahaPublished 4 months ago in PoetsHope for the New Year
I hope when the new year finds you it’s worth while. A bright season that arrives and is worth a million smiles. I hope the new year brings you comfort that last and any pain from this year is just a thing of the past.
Joe PattersonPublished 4 months ago in Poetsdrown
with the deluge way my ancestors shout i’m Jonah swallowed by the big fish and i’m scared when i finally open my mouth a sea will swell out.
R.C. TaylorPublished 4 months ago in PoetsSelf Destruct
Through a working day into a snowy slippery night The roads where slick gleaming off the moonlight Shimmering my way forward i lost direction
Blake RobertPublished 4 months ago in Poets