slam poetry

Slam poetry: that magical mix of rhythm and rhyme.

  • Dani Lopez
    Published 3 years ago
    Scary

    Scary

    I've never been scared of many things.
  • Jai Storm
    Published 3 years ago
    The Game

    The Game

    This was like a deck of cards, and you stacked the deck, like a dealer does when he deals, you stole it all back, every penny, every ounce I gave to you, shuffled it up and tore me right through, now I've got a 10 of hearts trying to come back, gotta stack 'em up and play the deck, but I always forget that the dealer always wins, you either got 21 or you ain't got shit, well here we go, I've done it again.
  • U.R. Ahzum
    Published 3 years ago
    I Remember...

    I Remember...

    I remember a time when all I knew was fun.
  • L. E. King
    Published 3 years ago
    The Invitation

    The Invitation

    I'm throwing a party.
  • Bryan RJ Delorme
    Published 3 years ago
    Crimes Against Humanity

    Crimes Against Humanity

    You made it this way and I can't be bothered by your lack of integrity
  • Latoia Dunn
    Published 3 years ago
    Black Lives

    Black Lives

    As I sit here I wonder if others understand why it's a must that we instill in others that black lives really matter
  • Jose Juarez
    Published 3 years ago
    Muscle Memory

    Muscle Memory

    Supremacists, nationalists, history advocates—
  • Cherise Doane
    Published 3 years ago
    I'm Sorry

    I'm Sorry

    When I was a kid...
  • Michael Gallegos
    Published 3 years ago
    Ahhhhhh

    Ahhhhhh

    This is a moment,
  • Siying Ho
    Published 3 years ago
    The Human Condition

    The Human Condition

    Humans are burdened with compunction
  • DarDar Leo
    Published 3 years ago
    Language is Life

    Language is Life

    waves weaving
  • Jade Small
    Published 3 years ago
    You.

    You.

    The way his eyes glistened in the sun, the way they looked beautiful even when he is on the verge of tears. The way his hair gets in his way all the time, the way he doesn’t notice me staring at him when he bites his lip. The way he doesn’t care that I’m alone at night instead of wrapped in his arms. The way he doesn’t bother to check up on me. All of these things I wish I could say I love, but I don’t. I hate the way he starts an argument about anything. The way he tries to make me jealous. I hate the fact he doesn’t care that I’m crying in the middle of the night just wishing for him to wrap his arms around me, he doesn’t care that I hardly get sleep because I’m wondering if he is falling in love with someone else. He was my childhood sweetheart. He was the one I was supposed to grow old with, until one day he brought another girl by accident not realising I was still there. I still remember hearing the giggles coming out of her mouth as he kissed up and down her neck. The look in his eyes when he looked at her, it was the same look he gave to me. I thought I was special but I guess not. He didn’t love me anymore. That was my worst fear, him not loving me. I packed my stuff up the very next day and left, I didn’t have anywhere to go apart from a local bar. I drowned my thoughts out with vodka and tequila. Everybody was waiting for me to speak your name again, I never did. You still crossed my mind every now again. I missed the way you would grip my hips whenever I was laying on top of you, I miss the way you run your fingers through my hair when I was stressed. I missed it all but didn’t show it. You made me numb.