slam poetry
Slam poetry: that magical mix of rhythm and rhyme.
The Unravelling
Unravel your discord of frustration which was meant for our cordial fruition. This has now been vexed a-side, b-side the sea side, inside a hollow shell of truthful slander and a damnation that is to be forever bound by this umbilical fixation of asphyxiation.
Ryan HooperPublished 7 years ago in PoetsBlood
I bleed. It’s not quiet. Not a pitter-patter of summer raindrops on gossamer rooftops. It is not shy. It is a raging fire than burns through oppressive cloths that marks its territory with crimson coughs. It is a river that flows and flows and rests only for life to grow.
Cicely BlainPublished 7 years ago in PoetsShape-Shifter
Let's go in time To when you galloped on shooting stars Over open flame As I was choking on the fullness of your breath Because I was starving on the paragraphs swallowed
Chelsea CarpenterPublished 7 years ago in PoetsMoney and Power
Money. Power. The people that lead us, the people that teach us, have no clue either. They tell us yes, they tell us no, but what the fuck do they show?
Natalie SimmonsPublished 7 years ago in PoetsScary
I've never been scared of many things. I've tended to understand what things could and couldn't hurt me. My biggest fear in life has always been,
Dani LopezPublished 7 years ago in PoetsThe Game
This was like a deck of cards, and you stacked the deck, like a dealer does when he deals, you stole it all back, every penny, every ounce I gave to you, shuffled it up and tore me right through, now I've got a 10 of hearts trying to come back, gotta stack 'em up and play the deck, but I always forget that the dealer always wins, you either got 21 or you ain't got shit, well here we go, I've done it again.
I Remember...
I remember a time when all I knew was fun. I remember a time when I played in the sun. I remember it all being with my dad.
U.R. AhzumPublished 7 years ago in PoetsThe Invitation
I'm throwing a party. There will be: 1. Violently colored balloons shaped like middle fingers. 2. Moist cake with rainbow glitter
L. E. KingPublished 7 years ago in PoetsCrimes Against Humanity
You made it this way and I can't be bothered by your lack of integrity You came to the conclusion of the fact of the matter that you live in this society
Bryan RJ DelormePublished 7 years ago in PoetsBlack Lives
As I sit here I wonder if others understand why it's a must that we instill in others that black lives really matter I mean as if blacks actually matter in a society that teaches others they don't
Latoia DunnPublished 7 years ago in PoetsMuscle Memory
Supremacists, nationalists, history advocates— they march because they say they will not let their place in history be forgotten.
Jose JuarezPublished 7 years ago in PoetsI'm Sorry
When I was a kid... I never spoke up About the bullying and torture I endured on a daily basis Because I was afraid Nobody would listen
Cherise DoanePublished 7 years ago in Poets