slam poetry
Slam poetry: that magical mix of rhythm and rhyme.
Scared
I'm scared Scared I will end up falling for a guy Who treats me like dirt from the landfill at the edge of town The ones who crumple you up
Hailey MattsonPublished 6 years ago in PoetsPlease Body
I hate you I hate the way you look But not as much as the way you behave You taunt me in the mirror Tell me I’m ugly Standing in front of me
Growth
I stripped myself... Of damaged hair Toxic people Weaves Make up Even sex Just so I could be raw Be real in every follicle of my making
Elayne BrownPublished 6 years ago in PoetsBaiting the Heart
There are many things he yearns to say, His gentle organ forever fumbling and beating fast; Why does it seem his words get shoved away?
Mario CastelliPublished 6 years ago in PoetsIt's Not Your Fault
Here's something you may understand I was dealt a shitty hand I've been raped And there was no duct tape Just the weight of someone who is much more
When Does a Therapist Call the Police
I have had this dream since early childhood, at least since before puberty and the onslaught of maturity or manhood. I was in a hayloft of a dilapidated, run-down barn
Dr. Betsy WeinstockPublished 6 years ago in PoetsLatina
For young, wealthy, white men college is an option. Deemed a casual (yet educational) vacation they can just show up to because the library,
Mari OrtegaPublished 6 years ago in PoetsI Am From
I am from blue skies Irridescent lies Dark nights And lifelong cries I am from do what you're told Always be bold Don't back down
Valerie RaePublished 6 years ago in PoetsCatastrophe
Born in a small nation surrounded by catastrophe of epic proportions, but come on laugh with me because I managed to get away from the atrocities
Valerie RosePublished 6 years ago in PoetsDublin
Here, histories mingle like fingers meet at a palm. Early mornings in the city, waking— I run along that wrinkle between thumb and writes,
Talia GreenPublished 6 years ago in PoetsLuv
No one told me to say it right. I would be frustrated with the community that bred me. I made changes to the pronunciation.
Crissy DXCIIPublished 6 years ago in PoetsConfusion
Confusion is the guy that told you he'd never leave you but did. Confusion is the guy that cheated on you over and over again.
Estrella CabadaPublished 6 years ago in Poets