slam poetry
Slam poetry: that magical mix of rhythm and rhyme.
Denial
My love is your burden. You leave me hurting quite often, but I deny it. My heart is yours to break. I am your mistake, it seems;
Amanda KareninaPublished 7 years ago in PoetsLos Angeles' Hoods Burn
Our youth are up in flames as Huizar takes a break after being a fake and settling his sexual harassment case to a cost to tax payers pockets.
Jonathan Dekanwida Thunderbird-OlivaresPublished 7 years ago in PoetsFreestyle
Old girl got it twisted and living in the dark spitting that dumb shit thinks I'm scared of her bark. Little does she know I don't play games, she lost her girl and has only herself to blame.
Angela HughesPublished 7 years ago in PoetsThe Superhighway
Life is an information superhighway, varying in speed. It buffers when the connection to its source slows. Life is exhilarating at 135 Mb/s.
Kourtney RisherPublished 7 years ago in PoetsLucid Living
Self-medicating, I hear what they saying Downing handles, lighting candles is what they seeing That's how he be praying is what they saying
Laurin TorresPublished 7 years ago in PoetsThe Good Kind of Bad
She think she bad/ Like cookies with milk chips/ sweet and salty nostalgia/ Like popsicle drop down sticky ant hill hands/
DaisythePoetess .Published 7 years ago in PoetsADHD
it’s like. how’s it like? oh, right. the rain falls in waves in couplets they flow most fall down together but some go it alone
Leo MisislyanPublished 7 years ago in PoetsWhen I Thought I Wasn't Enough
Don't try to reach me through the shadows, you will never find me there. Don't fumble around for me late at night, early in the morning, whichever tortures you most.
Petra KoutoumanosPublished 7 years ago in PoetsFading Pride
All she does is standwith her back towards the light.Her face buried in her handsAs she carries on her fight. Her tears could fill an ocean wideHer screams, a grandfather clock.She’s waiting as her prideFades away with ticks and tocks.Her body scarred with purple and blueThe blood running down her cheekShe could try and sueBut she’s only worth 50 sheep!If people only knewWhat she could provideAll the things that she could doHer words could make you wise.Her stories could fill a thousand books,Her knowledge, the entire world.But ragged and shabby are her looks,Dirty dress and hair that’s curled.If only she hadn’t done it!If only someone said no!If only someone was watching,Then she wouldn’t have had to go!Help her in her fateAnd millions of woman more,To strive once againAs the rooster gives its call.Stand up for the rights of this girlAnd help keep her safe.Because she, like many othersIs a victim, of rape.
Jamie WillsPublished 7 years ago in PoetsIt’s Time
We’re ready for this revolution See, behind closed and locked doors that’s what we all say We’re ready for the day Ready to claim a new way
Model Cover Up
Presidential cover up Not Maybelline or Covergirl Just a man made cover up On the land they pollute With controversy Deception
Persist
I am alive purely on luck. I put the pills in my mouth, swallowed them in little gulps, Desperate for relief, desperate for help, for hope.
Amanda FrazierPublished 7 years ago in Poets