slam poetry
Slam poetry: that magical mix of rhythm and rhyme.
Unremarkable
Blank canvas she's become No darkness, but no dawn No sunlight in the sky She's unremarkable The echo of a voice A memory in your mind
D.S. FisichellaPublished 19 days ago in PoetsThe Grand National
The Image is an AI Image By Me,And I Know Everything is Wrong Here - Just Like The Grand National. The Grand National is a disgusting event. Too many horses in a race that results in many horses being put down after each race. This is not a race it is a mass execution.
Mike Singleton - MikeydredPublished 19 days ago in PoetsHair's Embrace: A Lover's Veil
In shadows draped, her hair cascades, A veil that hides the moon's soft gaze, Yet in its depths, a mystery lies, A lover's heart, where passion flies.
Confessions From A Grown Child
Fights at school, Fights at home, Yes; I did that. Listen to loud music, Get in with the wrong crowd, Fall in love with the wrong people,
Carol TownendPublished 20 days ago in PoetsToo Old To Act 16
cold cruel words spew like crap from her mouth she pleasantly purrs as they come gushing out finding her joy
Kelli Sheckler-AmsdenPublished 20 days ago in PoetsOverwhelmed and Underpaid
How many more days can we blame Mercury Retrograde? And with the recent Solar Eclipse, another soul shifting celestial event.
My Baby
I sit and look at the sun, I whisper your name to the moon I let my heart fly in the wind, While patiently waiting for
HandsomelouiiThePoet (Lonzo ward)Published 21 days ago in PoetsSlipping Shadows
Shit. Shit. When did I lose the taste of you? When did you shift out of the familiar And into the territory of rare delicacy?
Silver Serpent BooksPublished 22 days ago in PoetsYou-9
I’ll never forget You were there for me in my hour of regret Trapped in a cycle of pain Blaming myself for all that had happened
Atomic HistorianPublished 22 days ago in PoetsNo Emotions
you can’t imagine what I go through your on my mind on the wake up, I wish that I could talk to you showing no emotions, is a sign of protection,
I Am Sav ReneePublished 22 days ago in PoetsEclipse
Everyday, I'm faced with questions to myself; as a Millennial striving and existing. Working a job, but not growing into a career.
I Quit
The pack whispers promises, a siren's sweet song, Each stick a salvation, though the truth lingers long. A morning ritual, a cough that tears my chest,