slam poetry
Slam poetry: that magical mix of rhythm and rhyme.
Vengeance
vengeance rises from the cold ash the bitter taste of misguided grievances cruel to honor a blood soaked deal the stains on your steel become your guiding light
Everybody Knows
Everybody knows, my mind is hazy Everybody knows, I'm just tryn' to keep the pace Everybody knows that I'm actn kinda crazy
Kelli Sheckler-AmsdenPublished 5 months ago in PoetsTears' Traverse
In shadows cast by sorrow's rain, A river flows, a sea of pain. A teardrop falls, a silent plea, A bridge I build to set me free.
Mubashira KachhotPublished 5 months ago in PoetsDiscipline's Liberation
In discipline's embrace, a paradox unfolds, A symphony of structure, where true freedom molds. It's not a chain that binds the spirit tight,
Mubashira KachhotPublished 5 months ago in PoetsTruth Unveiled: A Poetic Revelation
In the realm of honesty, I stand, A truth-teller in this poetic land. No lies to weave, no deceit to sow, I unravel the truth, let it freely flow.
Mubashira KachhotPublished 5 months ago in PoetsDaring the Desire
Sharing is caring as they say, would you kill to have what you want though? To have all to yourself and never give up what you desire?
Mason DarniellePublished 5 months ago in PoetsSorry, You Don't Have A Say
little by little we watched as love died collected the dirt and pretended to cry a callous betrayal, became our demise
Kelli Sheckler-AmsdenPublished 5 months ago in Poets"Embrace Thyself"
In the quiet chambers of your soul, embark, Create a love account, let love embark. A dance with self, a tender, timeless art,
Mubashira KachhotPublished 5 months ago in PoetsWhy Beat a Dead Horse?
Why Beat a Dead Horse? Everything around me is blurry, I can’t seem to focus my eyes; Steaks of color move in lines so quickly, I must be heading for my demise.
Nicole PostonPublished 5 months ago in PoetsUnknown
Eccentricities of unknown entities Enemies of our mind To help us unwind If only there were something to make us more kind
Atomic HistorianPublished 5 months ago in Poets4 Poems about Thief in golden age
Theif in Golden age In the Golden Age's shimmering embrace, A cunning thief danced with stealth and grace. Silent footsteps on cobblestone streets, Under moonlit skies, where secrecy meets.
Unveiling Me: A Symphony of Authenticity
In the tapestry of self, I proudly stand, A creation of dreams, both vast and grand. No molds to fit, no expectations to meet,
Mubashira KachhotPublished 5 months ago in Poets