slam poetry
Slam poetry: that magical mix of rhythm and rhyme.
Politicians
Disastrous Dastardly Disrespectful Derring Deeds Done Daily Demanding Dependence Disguising Division Dishonorably
Andrew C McDonaldPublished 7 months ago in PoetsTorturous Longings
I worshipped the ground upon which you trod Lived my every moment in your shadow Drinking only of your light Yet you left me in darkness
Andrew C McDonaldPublished 7 months ago in PoetsConvicted by a Thread of Humanity.
Coy Eyes. Human. So Vile.
Shane Charbonnet, P.h.D.: HCDI & UXDE (bka; dba) 'Dr. Shane Jaycee.'Published 7 months ago in PoetsSnafu: Haiku - "Convicted by a Thread of Humanity."
Coy Eyes. Human. So Vile.
Shane Charbonnet, P.h.D.: HCDI & UXDE (bka; dba) 'Dr. Shane Jaycee.'Published 7 months ago in PoetsA Pirate's path to find Love
I don’t miss the overflowing wastebasket brimming with bloody bandaids from finger wounds caused by broken guitar strings.
Awkward Eye Contact
Making awkward eye contact with two furry rabbits, I instantly felt guilty swallowing my last bite of roasted carrots.
And 'Tyrant of the Year Award' Goes To...
“Hey Snot-head, WAKE UP!” “Whaaaa…4 am—Lyle, you ASS!!! “Nope. CAT. You’re welcome.” Photo by Pixabay on Pexels Thank you for taking a peek at my entry for the Vocal Snafu Senryu Challenge! You might get a chuckle out of my other entries below:
The Dani WriterPublished 7 months ago in PoetsI need to be more
It’s hard it tiring Everyone thinks I’m not trying But I’m fighting myself My brain- My heart- my soul.. I’m making baby steps
#anime #loverPublished 7 months ago in PoetsMoonlit Love 🌙💕
🌙 "Moonlit Love:" 💕 In the tender glow of the moon's embrace, Two hearts entwined, in a tranquil space, Beneath the stars, our love takes flight,
Sophia HayesPublished 7 months ago in PoetsIs there ever a time...
Is there ever a time... When you feel I miss you In those moments, I truly say Is there ever a time When the evening sun sets in haste
Spider Webs
They’re found in the breaking skin I leave on my hands, inspiration falling with every flake The shard of glass by my window,
Mya DoerksenPublished 7 months ago in PoetsBlue
I find colours tracing the entrails of syllables and lines. There’re music notes hidden beneath the vowels and periods and every little word has been used a thousand times. I associate family with weekdays, and weekdays with colours. The most calming and beautiful one writes poems for me. I wish I could wear it and hold it in the palms of my hands, to paint it over my body and dye my hair and skin the brilliant butterfly colour. Here, have some blue, calm yourself. Yellow sweaters. Turning blue-knots. Sitting silently in the crying rain. Teeth churning into milk, pooling endlessly onto the rusted rails of an old subway station named red with the Abyss. Forget-me-nots lace the tracks, resembling the liquifying amnesia I choose to forget.
Mya DoerksenPublished 7 months ago in Poets