slam poetry
Slam poetry: that magical mix of rhythm and rhyme.
Golden Gaze
Streaming into the sights of sore eyes You welcome in the day of extraordinary solace The season has brought you down, your hope is shining in the room
Mason DarniellePublished 6 months ago in PoetsDoggfather Voice
Once upon a time in the west coast city known as LBC and the area code known 2-1-3. There lived a boy everyone called the D-O-double G from the D-P-G-C.
Joe PattersonPublished 6 months ago in PoetsBroken Glasses
A father of Six little girls, In need, to get pills and to pay bills, A father, An old man, By profession a tailor,
Soulful WriterPublished 6 months ago in PoetsMy Inner Demons
Drip! Drip! The faucet leaks like my will, In the quiet, my thoughts refuse to be still. A mirror cracked, reflecting no guise,
Alla Prima
Painting with words Spilt from the mind Writing whatever comes next No time to check Is it good Is it bad To live a life focused on perfection
Atomic HistorianPublished 6 months ago in PoetsA Little Man Trying To Be Big
With an Italian origin, the earliest known ottava rima were written by Giovanni Boccaccio. In English, Lord Byron used the form to write Don Juan. More contemporary English poets to use the form include William Butler Yeats and Kenneth Koch. Ottava rima are 8 lines with an abababcc rhyme scheme, most commonly written in iambic pentameter (or 10-syllable lines). The form can work as a stand alone poem, or be used as connecting stanzas. Writer's Digest, Robert Brewer
Denise E LindquistPublished 6 months ago in PoetsInfluencer or Influenza?
Influencer Influenza Who can tell the difference? These days One and the other seem the same Gurus Creators With inflated egos and "gimmicks"
Paul StewartPublished 6 months ago in Poetsstereotypical expectations
nerd i guess i meet the qualifications for the role a bookworm curiosity flowing among my cells a love of performing perfect eyesight..wait. no. apologies.
You’re Mine
From the first day I seen your face I know you were all mine. Not one malice bone in your body I see right through you, deep to your soul where mine entwines with yours.
Charlee LovePublished 6 months ago in PoetsEyes of the Earth
Within his gaze, a world's reflected hue, A man with eyes like earth, deep, rich, and true. In every glance, a story softly told,
Haris HadzicPublished 6 months ago in PoetsThe Silence of The Phones
The Silence of the Phones In a world of texting and phone calls aplenty, There lived a wife with habits so uncanny. She had an indifference that couldn't be denied,
lamb's wool
easy to spindle into a cloak it becomes a signal to run and hide wolves circle the weak and eagles watch from above there is something unknown about how they're disguised