slam poetry
Slam poetry: that magical mix of rhythm and rhyme.
Angry Girlfriend
Missing the obsession of scribbling my own name. Missing to impress myself Missing all the times worrying about me problems
Alicia WrightPublished 6 years ago in PoetsDeadbeat
You always hear things like "Daddy's little girl" To be his girl, I'd guess you'd need a daddy in the equation. Like 2+2x3+6/1=18
Renee McGowenPublished 6 years ago in PoetsClearance Aisle Goods
Describing my depression to you is as impossible as for one buried alive to lift his gravestone. Everything you say rings like the church bell when it strikes 12, carries the stench of failure.
Renee McGowenPublished 6 years ago in PoetsFree Will
Theres a thing called free will: The ability to act at one’s own discretion. But every movement Requires introspection
Scarlen SeverinoPublished 6 years ago in Poets1,2,3
Testing 1, 2, 3 I know its been awhile since I written somethin the devil been down my back breedin somethin I go down the road lookin for somethin
Oblivion 🦋
I crave soul sex, I need to taste your thought process, your intellect I must undress, your vibrations I will caress, our connection I'm obliged to repossess,
vibrant introvertPublished 6 years ago in PoetsOut Of It
Somehow I must have made you mad, Or is this the consequence, if I made you sad, Because your main mission is to hurt me bad
Melanie BurkePublished 6 years ago in PoetsDead Prime Ministers
Dead prime ministers Reigns of hate continue to rain Civilisation on the edge of cannibalism Disaster preaches the age of calamity
Ògún PoetickingPublished 6 years ago in PoetsBlue Dream
Bodies in the fucking trunk I don’t give a fuck about a motherfucker Calling cops// I just want the drugs I just want the guns
Demon CashPublished 6 years ago in PoetsDeep
Is that all you have to say? I hear people talking about this, that, and the third! Reciting meaningless words reserved as something of worth.
Benjamin SmallPublished 6 years ago in PoetsJared
Black man running; Shoot him in his stomach. MLA format the chalk around his carcass. Pray to Odin Pray for war, now.
Demon CashPublished 6 years ago in PoetsToxic
you speak words made out of knives, nothing left in me to wants to survive. every time we talk, it's nothing more than your despise. I try to reach the surface, but you keep my head underwater.
Nikquania GamblePublished 6 years ago in Poets