slam poetry
Slam poetry: that magical mix of rhythm and rhyme.
Surface Thoughts
Is it abstract or concrete to cry until you puke? And then The image of the vomit splattered across the Cobblestones Is that showing or telling or engaging in Melodramatic Prose that can only live long enough to find itself Thrown out In the trash of some know-it-all literary freak? What about the feeling, hot and acidic, right before Crashing To the knees, pressing jeans into damp earth and Screaming? Is that the kind of thing that no one will believe Just because They've never experienced the universe reaching into Their gut And rearranging the fundamental structure of their Existence? Why is rambling incessantly about the wallpaper So fucking bad When it's just there, mocking its inhabitants with its Vivid color While they are bent over at the waist, grieving something Tragic and Equally unimportant to the big world hunched Over them? Write from the well of your knowledge unless your Knowledge Is the kind of thing that the group decides they just Don't like. And then it's your responsibility to shut up and shove Those words Into neat little boxes so they can be devoured by Consumers Who obviously know best when it comes to the Passive voice And things that are uncapturable.
By Silver Dauxabout a month ago in Poets
Anøther Raven
January 19th is Edgar Allen Poe's Birthday This is inspired by a good friend after a short chat yesterday. I am going to try and create a poem using the format and mood of Edgar Allan Poe’s “The Raven”. It is a long poem and I have a premise of taking a book of Poe’s writing and reading it as The Raven looks on.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred about a month ago in Poets
Dilemma
This is the tightrope now Between free thought and reality, Turbidity in what should be Clear, crystalline creativity. <LAY YOUR HEAD DOWN> Bare flesh sliding against the wire Splits open and bleeds into the mouths Of slack-jawed idiots hunting For something special in their reality. <SEVERE STORM WARNING> A body teetering on the invisible. The brink between here and there. Leaving behind a life in a world To find a universe in death. <SEEK IMMEDIATE SHELTER> Slipping one way or the other, Maybe it doesn't matter as much As the voices underneath the static Want you to think it does, at least. <THREAT LEVEL EXTREME>
By Silver Daux2 months ago in Poets
