slam poetry
Slam poetry: that magical mix of rhythm and rhyme.
to stay or to go?
My hands are wrapped around my coffee. It’s in a to-go cup because I never wanted the mug. I think of my counter composter next to my reusable bag collection, my monthly bus pass, and my goodwill jacket. I never intend to stay, I guess. I never want to be tied down if I decide to go. How are you? You ask.
look up
Look up. Look up I say. My head is in the dirt. Look up. Worms are crawling in my ears through my head. Look up. Please look up. I’m in a field- maybe cotton or wheat. My head is full of worms. I want to look up. I’m trying. I’m drowning. The mud is caking my lungs, it’s holding me down.
Can I Fly
Gazing outwardly I stand on the precipice Am I Icarus?
Andrew C McDonaldPublished 6 months ago in Poets- Top Story - October 2023
Autistic Autonomy
There are thoughts piling in my mind, even when my words don't escape in hasty breaths. I've lived so many lives in just one body
Josey PickeringPublished 6 months ago in Poets Release
Holding it all in Feeling like I can’t win Everything is coming loose Can’t hold on much longer Running for release Time to let it all go
Atomic HistorianPublished 6 months ago in PoetsPeace Demands Sacrifice
She bowed to no one Fear followed her everywhere she went Shadows claimed her Grief was her one companion Chaos lived in her bloodstream
What the negro knows
"Through the eyes of black folks, Palestine's story unfolds, How sorely it's missed, like yesterday's tales, left in the cold.
A Letter to All Who've Hurt Me
You destroyed my past, but what if you were to shape my future as well.
If I Have a Magical Stick🪄...
If I have a magical stick 🪄 today, I'd change the world in a unique way. With a wave, I'd create new skies, Make mountains sing and rivers rise.
Up to You
Bring it back down now to the voice Back to the child Back to the choice Back to the place where we all began Can you see?
Jake LoPrestiPublished 6 months ago in PoetsHalloween Queen
This is a birthday sonnet for my wonderful friend Cherri, who also does some marvelous macrame. There is a poem I wrote about her work at the end of this with an example of her work.
Mike Singleton - MikeydredPublished 6 months ago in PoetsLet there be Light
Open up your heart and start letting the light in. When you start letting light in, the fight ends. Look at our neighbors and tell them we need to be together.
Joe PattersonPublished 6 months ago in Poets