slam poetry

Slam poetry: that magical mix of rhythm and rhyme.

Placeholder
Who is the placeholder? Always chosen, but never loved or loved and never chosen. Oh how the inconsistency leaves their spirit broken.
By Joe Patterson2 months ago in Poets
My Steel-studded Fate
***her*** The centered oven whipped past my face Glued to my oar, buried in my chest What once glowed green, blue has replaced
By Victoria Yadira2 months ago in Poets
The Start
*** Him *** When we exchange language When we exchange song When your pulse is my anthem And we execute the plan Where waves take us to shore
By Victoria Yadira2 months ago in Poets
Bra's
Yep; My bra's broken again, And my boobs don't even know what size they are! Am I A,B,C,D,E,F? Am I in the double? Why am I always in such trouble?
By Carol Ann Townend2 months ago in Poets
Dr.Sus
Follow this outline for people to read Your writing while I flip back and blame you for greed A genuine critique is not welcomed on this site
By Seashell Harpspring 2 months ago in Poets
Husk
You swept into my life And stole all my nights That bled into years My greatest of fears Animated within A soulless husk Frankenstein At least Left his monster with a mob Where by the end Even our passion was an act Until you finally Blessedly Evaporated Leaving me alone with A blood-drained heart And a wine-stained bed
By Matthew J. Fromm2 months ago in Poets
I Signed My Name On Your Heart
I'm not bowing down to be your lover, When will you learn, I'm not your mother, If you think she's better, Go be with her,
By Carol Ann Townend2 months ago in Poets
Shadow Selves. Top Story - August 2026.
Today I was the monarch splashed across the grill of a truck readying the fire of capitalism, going after construction
By Silver Daux2 months ago in Poets
Exhausted
Ever wake up exhausted? No, not tired--that happens to everyone who didn't sleep well, enough, or well enough. Happens all the time.
By Harper Lewis 2 months ago in Poets
Ode to Mansplaining . Content Warning.
Sometimes I tolerate it, the mansplaining, finding it easier and less complicated to avoid unnecessary interaction with ignorant pedants, maybe
By Harper Lewis 2 months ago in Poets
Greener Grass
Greener Grass. I’ve seen it pass, but does it last once the high wears off? A comfortable band aid you tear off after you’ve gotten use to it.
By Joe Patterson2 months ago in Poets
Bleached Bitch
It’s time to go full motherfucking Hawthorne on the one who knows what she did, highlight the contrast between the hatred inside
By Harper Lewis 2 months ago in Poets