slam poetry

Slam poetry: that magical mix of rhythm and rhyme.

  • Ron Walker
    Published 2 years ago
    For Instance

    For Instance

    what if
  • Miss Riddle
    Published 2 years ago
    Refuted Reasoning

    Refuted Reasoning

    I once was called one of God's favourite children
  • Romeo Curley
    Published 2 years ago
    No Wrong Way to Do Right

    No Wrong Way to Do Right

    There's no wrong way to do right
  • Romeo Curley
    Published 2 years ago
    Always Thinking

    Always Thinking

    This is for the over thinkers
  • Romeo Curley
    Published 2 years ago
    Always Thinking

    Always Thinking

    This is for the over thinkers
  • Crystal Korpan
    Published 2 years ago
    Breakdown

    Breakdown

    Let's see how things played out, you treated me like I was a joke.
  • Rachel Loney
    Published 2 years ago
    Alone is Safety

    Alone is Safety

    I can only feel real when I'm alone.
  • stuart
    Published 2 years ago
    Ecliptic Sunset

    Ecliptic Sunset

    Away afar a faintly glimmering star is all that you may know of a king who courted your dark angles in rings of a limitless sky. When the umbrella of sparks flushed your shimmering eyes, the waves of constraint flashed deep consensus cries. I grasp the thin friction burning metal wire, pulling for you and losing. There is a phonetic deep cloud crisp with the thick dark oil blackness enthralled in a combined emptiness that penetrates the circling forces around you. We tap dance on the edge of torment with unconscious blow darts, where rose petals open with moisture in the wind. The winds ripping to pieces all the reserve you ever defended and the thorns holding you in place tempting you to move against them. Gleaming in the depths of your eyes the fire burns, your dark angles rise.
  • Ashley Harper
    Published 2 years ago
    Inside

    Inside

    I stood inside your negligent stare and watched as your eyes rolled up into your sarcastically closed lids. The smirk that rolled up into the corners of your mouth spoke louder than any words you could have chosen. I felt the stones stacking just beneath my skin. I listened to every word you laced with abusive tones and aggressive snipes. I could feel distance spreading, but nothing moved. I watched your face crumble in anger, and seer through me from some pent up past rage. I began to feel an odd grief lingering in wait just beneath the stones. I searched every bit of information that I had, and prayed to find a way to disarm any hostility, but nothing seemed to be able to stop the numbing, cold insulation that was gathering around us. Somewhere, something couldn't, or wouldn't be said, and now it had festered into some intimate infection that threatened everything that bound us together...
  • Latoia Dunn
    Published 2 years ago
    #AnotherHashtag

    #AnotherHashtag

    I wonder if when you label me another victim whose hashtag attached to my name was symbolic to being ignored or compared me to that random woman who had a random name if you for once will ever have enough sense to search deeper than those bold printed words to see a woman who has faced oppression and severe pain
  • Norm Bleshman
    Published 2 years ago
    ASOS

    ASOS

    9 7 3
  • Rachelle Murphy
    Published 2 years ago
    To Those