slam poetry
Slam poetry: that magical mix of rhythm and rhyme.
A Poem on AIDS
In the domain where shadows dance, concealed, A quiet enemy, a murmured shout. A ghost is hidden in confusion, Helps, the quiet addition.
Father
Ghosts in my head Of a relationship we never had Raised by my dad But you I never set eyes on Long forgotten A dream
Atomic HistorianPublished 4 months ago in PoetsHoliday Gladness
I love to hear the chime in my ear that tells me we have reached the most wonderful time of the year. The air gets cooler and the night comes quick. Snowfall arrives and makes the children have fun quick.
Joe PattersonPublished 4 months ago in PoetsSoul
The profanity of creating duality in humanity A nonexistent existence Forcing torturous courses Mapped haphazardly Wrapping and trapping us in painful happenstance
Atomic HistorianPublished 4 months ago in PoetsDid Unto Others
I always tried to do unto others What I wish had been done for me I didn't feel loved So I loved with my whole heart
Tommy BallardPublished 4 months ago in Poetscan you hear me?
banging on the doors. stuck behind the bars; crying at the stars- “can you hear me?” anyone, everyone. silence me at once;
An Honorable Man
An honorable man betrays no trust An honorable man breaks the hardest An honorable man will drowned in blood An honorable man loses everything to love
In Plain sight
The monsters are not under the bed. The monsters are not under the stairs. They aren't in the closet. They aren't in the attic.
Jasmine HarrisPublished 4 months ago in Poetsgoldilocks
Ice cold decisions In the heat of the moment Expecting, just right
Kelli Sheckler-AmsdenPublished 4 months ago in PoetsBlack And White
Ice cold decisions In the heat of the moment Hotter than fire Your cold, steely glance You turned up the heat When you gave the cold shoulder
Kelli Sheckler-AmsdenPublished 4 months ago in PoetsAn Anti-Ode
Join in on Paul Stewart's fun. Find all the juicy details below. Words words are here to stay. We use them to argue, we use them to pray.
Lamar WigginsPublished 4 months ago in PoetsSobriety Rings
He wanted a trophy to hold his head high Like the one you needed to numb the pain He used me like a plaything but you used me like cocaine
Raine fielderPublished 4 months ago in Poets