slam poetry
Slam poetry: that magical mix of rhythm and rhyme.
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When I’m with you Nothing No one else exists There is nothing more to resist But to stay here And exist In the moment
Atomic HistorianPublished 5 months ago in PoetsBad, Bad, Bad
Sittn’ on a barstool Listening to the music play He was acting like a fool Telling everyone his name * A gambler, playing pool
Kelli Sheckler-AmsdenPublished 5 months ago in PoetsIdentity's Symphony
In the mirror of the world, it stares, A question asked, a soul declares. "Who are you?" the echoes chime, A melody played in the hands of time.
Mubashira KachhotPublished 5 months ago in Poets"Rising Phoenix"
Beneath the weight of sorrows worn, In shadows where our scars are born. We cannot linger in the gloom, Nor let despair become our tomb.
Mubashira KachhotPublished 5 months ago in PoetsFires We Tame
In anger's fire, a tempest roars, A blaze that scorches, scars implore. Yet, what begins in fury's flame, Often ends in the shadow of shame.
Mubashira KachhotPublished 5 months ago in PoetsThe Chase
Am I really living Or just enjoying the chase Everywhere Everyday I see her face But there’s no place for us here Because we’re surrounded by fear
Atomic HistorianPublished 5 months ago in PoetsIf You Need Me...
I’ll be In the garage mixing techno. { If you need me, I’ll be Smoking cigarettes on my Porch noticing these Beautiful women come
Michael ButorovichPublished 5 months ago in PoetsThe Princess and The Fool
Once upon a time, there lived a fool who fell in love with the island princess of Yule. Unaware that at the exact same moment in time, there lived a
Me
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Atomic HistorianPublished 5 months ago in PoetsThe Last Slice of Pizza
She is the sugar in my veins, and the salt in my wounds. She is always the bullseye to all of my bad ideas. She is addicted to espresso from Mexico,
Becoming the Kindness
"I saw that the world was unkind So I became the kindness I didn't see in the world" ... They called me brave today They said what I did was admirable
Kaitlyn CanePublished 5 months ago in PoetsI’ll never, ever again beg someone to see “my side.”
I'm hated on and I’m deprived. You have seen my pain. You have heard my cries. You want to suppress my voice and my convictions.