slam poetry
Slam poetry: that magical mix of rhythm and rhyme.
Moving Furniture
Put it here? Put it there? No, not there, over here I swear! This corner, or that corner? "Fuck Off!" You're having a laugh!
Carol TownendPublished 5 months ago in PoetsChimney Smoke
I wade in still water, desperately waiting to be stolen by an orphaned current. I empty my asthmatic lungs at dense clouds, hoping I can turn
Too Threatening
Have you ever tried to not be too threatening? Steadily, I think this reckoning is taking breath from me. It’s to the point I’m going to need very extensive therapy.
Alexis Dean Jr.Published 5 months ago in PoetsUNKNOWN GUNMEN
UNKNOWN GUNMEN I know the unknown gunmen They are those young graduates First class and second class students Their Government gave them gun
Ochia Divine KasPublished 5 months ago in PoetsArid: The Crypteia’s Aftermath
Engulfed in the desert's parched silence I was nothing but another grain of sand in the wind We knew how it would begin But didn’t foresee the end
Atomic HistorianPublished 5 months ago in PoetsFeed
A virus No, a cancer Cancerous cells bent on death And it keeps growing. Growing to overtake the host Slowly killing the home that’s needed the most.
Joshua MontesPublished 5 months ago in PoetsMike Coxsmall Wants to Grow Bigger
Mike Coxsmall Wants to Grow Written by Nicole Poston Mike Coxsmall has a little one and sometimes wonders why… He was forced to carry such a scrawny little guy.
Nicole PostonPublished 5 months ago in PoetsSTUCK
STUCK DAY BREAKS SUN BEAMS SLITHER THROUGH THE DRAPES LIKE HISSING SNAKES HOW LONG HAVE I BEEN AWAKE SOMETHING TELLS ME
L. Erin GiangiacomoPublished 5 months ago in PoetsDOGS OF WAR LOOSENED
DOGS OF WAR LOOSENED: Our Dream Team didst today loose Dogs of War Our mighty foe the Immortals now be truly sore A joint assault with Renegades DT didst carry out
Andrew C McDonaldPublished 5 months ago in PoetsInvisible Me
I ncognito, unseen; thus I remain N onextant to any who matter V alueless to all, including myself I drift, aimless, alone, lonely
Andrew C McDonaldPublished 5 months ago in Poets- Top Story - November 2023
I Am Her.
At night I would cry because I believed in the boogyman; Alone I would scream because I stopped believing in you. The fight was not lost, you surrendered,
Jollyoddbod PoetryPublished 5 months ago in Poets Scribble Writing #3
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Atomic HistorianPublished 5 months ago in Poets