slam poetry
Slam poetry: that magical mix of rhythm and rhyme.
Drowsy Clouds
My peripheral vision is slowly being consumed by dark, slithering shadows with monstrous beast-like claws, resembling scaly, serpent-headed men
The Wizard Of Odd
Disturbing - flying monkeys and witches on fire A heartless, oil-can junkie and brainless scarecrow, for hire A lion, with no courage
Kelli Sheckler-AmsdenPublished 5 months ago in Poetssugar and spice and everything nice. OW.
butterfly wings shuddering in my peripheral vision the knock of a throbbing vein cascades my overworked brain why does everything have to go wrong?
Out Of My Mind On Dope And Speed
Introduction I have not been feeling good this week and added to all the drugs I normally take I have had to take a hell of a lot more, and it brought to mind this Julian Cope song. I love Julian Cope and this is an excuse for a villanelle. By the way, I am absolutely fine.
Mike Singleton - MikeydredPublished 5 months ago in PoetsGym Senryu
TW: ...Offensive Language! Said "bitch be humble"... Would that man stop to bumble? He used all the weights!
Why Would You?
Circling like vultures, not strong enough to kill your prey; Waiting for the right moment to strike, praying for my rot and decay.
Jollyoddbod PoetryPublished 5 months ago in PoetsSmooth like a Voice
Words dripping slowly like honey Sweet Sweet are the words I want to hear Words weaving silken promises like holy Prophecies, cunning
I Am a Christmas Card
I’m sent towards the end of the year, to aid in spreading Christmas cheer. Tattoo me with an address, it’s my delight, I must confess.
Rowan FinleyPublished 5 months ago in PoetsJust PB&J’S From Now On
As smooth as Skippy The type of man I’m drawn to Stupid pick-up lines
Kelli Sheckler-AmsdenPublished 5 months ago in Poetsrule of thumb 👍
i'm back. a general rule, do not cross me. one chance, one life, that's it. NO. Exceptions. There is a deadline for admission.
The magician crook (Mock-A-Poem II)
A magician enters the room and you think he has good luck For magic done with brooms doesn’t leave a dove plucked But boy does magic exist you schnook, for when the clock tick-tocks two
How Do You Congratulate AI?
There once was a stealthy 'Creator' Who planned to write original content 'later' But no one got wise And they earned 2nd prize
Judey KalchikPublished 5 months ago in Poets