slam poetry
Slam poetry: that magical mix of rhythm and rhyme.
Solitude's Symphony
In the hush of solitude, a quiet retreat, Where the heart and mind in silence meet. A dance with thoughts, a solo affair,
Mubashira KachhotPublished 4 months ago in PoetsA Spiritual Tapestry in the Digital Age
In the sparkle of screens that light the evening, A computerized domain, a spiritualist flight. Through wires and waves, a spirit's journey,
Murmurs of the Universe
In the tremendous sky, a maker concealed, God, a murmur in the breeze, tranquil. Past the mists, an inestimable arrangement,
Dawn of the Undead
If we weren’t dead, we’d tell you that there won’t be any more bloodshed. But when it gets dark, we wanna chase you around.
Nathan HarkerPublished 4 months ago in PoetsLeft Out
Children see life through the eyes of complete and total innocence. Innocence; through the eye; developing a sense of how they'd see themselves in the future.
Sweet Little Creatures
Sweet little creature, So happy and fair. It'll all come crashing down one day. Life will fight back. You'll get knocked around.
Jasmine HarrisPublished 4 months ago in PoetsThe Monster Inside
that monster in the closet came out, last night, to play i drew a composite to show you its face * it said that it knew you
Kelli Sheckler-AmsdenPublished 4 months ago in PoetsThe One
Lost is the one who thought she could. Gone is the one who said that he would. Dead is the one who knew that they should.
Jasmine HarrisPublished 4 months ago in PoetsShadowlands
wings of an angel devil in your eyes you are completely unable to let my sins slide you lock me away in an ivory tower
Kelli Sheckler-AmsdenPublished 4 months ago in PoetsBlood In The Sink
I can see myself bleeding. Is it your fault or mine? There's blood in the sink and it's clogging the drain. Who's hurting this time?
Jasmine HarrisPublished 4 months ago in PoetsNo One
No one can hear me. No one is listening. This isn't how it's supposed to be. I don't want to suffer in silence. There's a darkness growing within.
Jasmine HarrisPublished 4 months ago in PoetsThe Darkness
Look around that room of yours. Tell me, what do you see? Is it the shadows in the corner? Or is it the monsters at your feet?
Jasmine HarrisPublished 4 months ago in Poets