slam poetry
Slam poetry: that magical mix of rhythm and rhyme.
Whispers of Christmas Joy
In the quiet of winter's breath, a story unfurls, Where silver snowflakes dance, and euphoria sees. Underneath a sky enhanced in 12 PM's blue,
Artical MediaPublished 4 months ago in Poets"The Language of Touch"
In the realm of tranquility where words dissolve, Our tale unfolds, known as "The Language of Touch." A ballet of silence, fingers intertwined,
Waseem ChemPublished 4 months ago in Poets"Stardust Whispers"
Beneath the canopy of the velvety night, Where stars ignite their gentle, celestial light, A tale unfurls, a cosmic ballet,
Waseem835 TvPublished 4 months ago in Poets"Silent Echoes of Devotion"
In the chambers of tranquility where silence resides, Whispers of devotion gently confide. Unspoken words, yet clearly understood,
waseemasgharPublished 4 months ago in PoetsRays of Hope: A Poem on AIDS
In this present reality where shadows wait close, A test that many face, however, none need dread. Helps, a quiet guest in the evening,
What Better Season?
Merry. Happy. Warm. Enjoy. These are the words employed as greetings during this holiday season The meaning is obvious as we strive to believe in the oblivious belief that everything is ok so we say we’re grateful
Kevin NewtonPublished 4 months ago in PoetsA 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;