slam poetry
Slam poetry: that magical mix of rhythm and rhyme.
Say Anything
I needed every reason to believe it was okay you invited me to your party, so sure of course you liked me and when i got there you kept handing me drinks and telling me i "looked good" and that this "felt right"
Amber PaulisonPublished 6 years ago in PoetsThe Communicator
I am the communicator the annillator the instigator the revelator the hatred hater the mediator the see ya later the castrater
MCBerthaG DivinityPublished 6 years ago in PoetsWe Stand, Free and Together
I live in a land that I once thought was free. So I will never bend at the neck, or buckle at the knees. I live on a land, once decorated with bloodshed. I look deep in my conscious, looking for the words my ancestors once said. Fight for what you need and want. Anything among the horizon can be caught.
Deanna GilstrapPublished 6 years ago in PoetsWho Owns Me?
The ability to be friends with a guy depends on the status of my relationship and whether they are capable of getting into my pants
alexandra armstrongPublished 6 years ago in PoetsTwitter Man vs Rocket Man
Everyone is at a loss of words because they feel the president should step down However, no one is speaking in the White house from fear of “you’re fired”
Charlene EllisonPublished 6 years ago in PoetsCage
Appear to be normal outside a beast from within Beast locked up in chains Beast filled with hate Beast with no mind Beast angry and wild,
Real Bitch vs. Fake Bitch
It pisses me off to know you think you're better than me you think you know me, but I know it's plain to see you're a fake bitch who wishes they could be a real bitch like me
MCBerthaG DivinityPublished 6 years ago in PoetsSchool
School the place you go to just waiting for it to end. Your eyes never leaving the clock because that’s more entertaining than the blabbering teachers. The people that act as though they are your rulers and you must obey and believe everything they deed into your brain. Don’t even think about standing up for yourself because parents can be so much worse. School is like a war ground, fights, lectures, bullies, all until that clock strikes three and we can leave. The hot, crowded buses, the long car rider line, the line kids who sat forgotten at the lunch tables. Once Home the agonizing stress, anxiety, depression that comes with all those assignments that come crashing through your head at all hours of the day. But don’t even think about forgetting one, not doing one, failing one because if you even consider any of these the hell you experience at school comes to fuck up the rest of your life. You parents act as though you're a disappointment, failure, slacker when you can’t catch up with all the shit and disorders crowding your brain. They don’t see how much you are drowning, they just see a failure who can’t swim and instead of helping you. Maybe throwing you a raft they create waves. They create storms that throw you around like you are a piece of paper until you learn your place. Until you learn that you are nothing more than a grade. A number score that defines who you are and who you are going to be. If you can’t learn to swim than you get forgotten. You get left behind by all those who you thought loved you. If you slack of for even a day than you are seen as lazy, a failure who can’t get off their goddamn phone for even a minute to do your work. So you can make yourself swim and be that little puppet that everyone expects you to be or you can drown and be hated by everyone. There is no third option, there is no second chance. And once that weekend finally comes around it’s gone in an instant. When summer finally comes around it lures you into a false sense of security. Causing you to forget everything creating that hellscape every wretched year after wretched year. It doesn’t end, it doesn’t get easier, it just changes it’s looks and comes back the next year. And once you get a job you don’t get summers off, jobs never end until you are to old to live by yourself and your life is wasted away.
Madisen KirbyPublished 6 years ago in PoetsAngels & Icons
Cancer sure has taken the best ones we all grew to know. Precipitation falls from our eyes every time a soul is lost in the snow.
Pizza Shop
Haven't been there long not even a quarter of a year yet you have this power to make my resting bitch face permanent as if you drew it yourself, the artist of my hatred
Rachel MartinezPublished 6 years ago in PoetsShut the Front Door
What ever happened to individuals being faithful in a monogamous relationship with respect? It is a world we live in that is accepting individuals to be free spirits
Charlene EllisonPublished 6 years ago in PoetsSea Sick Duck
22 Twenty-two A two and a two Two little ducks Ten years, times two, plus two No matter how you say it How your write it
Sophia MericiPublished 6 years ago in Poets