slam poetry
Slam poetry: that magical mix of rhythm and rhyme.
Wandering Thoughts
She is a plant Not just any plant But the kind that, if you think she’s wilting Just give her a little water and sun —————————————————-
Lyndsie JinesPublished 7 years ago in PoetsAnxiety
I've started to realize I spend more time contemplating my life with you I didn't even realize that I was actually spending time without you
Cassandra BericePublished 7 years ago in PoetsHome
Someone calls this place "home"When they return from being far awayFrom the twisting, winding roadsAnd the lights that flash at night.The same lights that reflect over the great lake,The lights that bring the ships to sleep,Those lights are guiding someone home.The winding roads that scale the hill,The mountain, the canyon, what have you...Cars zip by and twist and turn,Taking their drivers back home.As the night sky appears and the stars arrive,People forget to look out their windowsAt the great city beneath them.Ogle for a moment.Take it all in.This is your home, you are here every day,But what of the life below?
Jessica SnowPublished 7 years ago in PoetsAs I Look Into the Mirror
As I look into the mirror. My reflection stares back at me. A light-skinned Black man. Full of hopes and dreams. Ambitions and a hidden motivation.
Trey StevensPublished 7 years ago in PoetsSightlines of Songbirds
I am a fantasy monger Hoarding in my hippocampus All the dreams I lean upon To get me through the day Speaking of which
Natalie SchafferPublished 7 years ago in PoetsDragons
I keep thinking about being 13 And walking to the drugstore with a friend In November At 8:00 in the evening Our sweaters and laughter in our chests kept us warm
Jinx FarrahPublished 7 years ago in PoetsAnxiety
Anxiety is like the monster living under your bed. Creeping up before you making you scream and heavily breathe. Anxiety, like the bully at school, except unlike the bully at school you can't run home. Because this bully resides in your bones.
Broken
She goes out just before the dawn, The ground still damp with morning dew. To breath in the calm wet air, That smells of rain and soft earth.
Rauce The-saucePublished 7 years ago in PoetsOrange Monster
They say that nothing rhymes with orange, well nothing rhymes with monster either, Thinkin now it’s got a voice and that of a deceiver,
Everyone’s 2016 Sucked
I leave Baker’s, a week and a half into the new year, Sunday night; after a double at the theater. I'm on my way down Leavenworth, king-size doobie for a king-size shift, I have purchased a bottle of wine for my sorrows and some vegan ‘thingies’ for my ex-girlfriend/roommate, and now there's a cyclist on the road, and I'm going to just swoop around you and— Oh shit.
Joke MarfskyPublished 7 years ago in PoetsWho Decided?
Who Decided that dandelions were weeds? Why can't they be flowers? Why can't they be free? Who Decided that fathers should work?
Kylah Rayne de' Medici McAdenPublished 7 years ago in PoetsThe Old Man and the Zoo
We're goin' to the zoo, zoo, zoo How about you, you, you? You can come too, too, too We're goin' to the zoo, zoo, zoo. He hummed a tune, that's forever stuck.
Trey StevensPublished 7 years ago in Poets