slam poetry
Slam poetry: that magical mix of rhythm and rhyme.
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Thavien YliasterPublished 7 months ago in PoetsThe beauty of the crooked.
The beauty of the crooked. I heard a quote about a Japanese tradition that in their culture a broken mirror or a scarred piece of glass is considered to be beautiful. The Japanese readorn the broken pieces of glass and adjoin it in the authentic form of its brokenness and yet call it a piece of beauty.
Hridya SharmaPublished 7 months ago in PoetsWhispers among the Shadows
In the heart of the darkened wood, where shadows dance and silence stood. A canopy of whispers, a haunting hood, the mystic tales of the ancient brood.
Sumira YaseenPublished 7 months ago in PoetsEchoes of a Shattered Moon
In melancholy shadows of October's gloom, I pocketed shards of a shattered moon. Strung them like pearls in midnight's loom,
Sumira YaseenPublished 7 months ago in PoetsMore Short Poems
I’m not the only one But sometimes, I’m the lonely one I found my people Not in a church or a steeple But out there, where they care
Atomic HistorianPublished 7 months ago in PoetsThe Best Job I’ve Ever Had
The best job I’ve ever had Is being a dad I get to see your little smiles I get to listen to you talk for miles I get to see you from the beginning
Atomic HistorianPublished 7 months ago in PoetsSomewhere to Die
I want to find somewhere to die Somewhere to lie down Somewhere to laugh and cry Somewhere For just you and I Somewhere to settle
Atomic HistorianPublished 7 months ago in PoetsFasting
I’m fasting. I’m fasting from you, it’s the hardest one I’ve done Trying to flush you out of me, you know reset? Maybe then this damn attachment will end
- Top Story - October 2023
Only Human.
In response to Poppy's super fun prompt Red. Like a hot stone of fury Stuck in the throat. Congealed phlegm
Celia in UnderlandPublished 7 months ago in Poets My Women
A women dances in fields of grace, her laughter's voice a charming romance. She spins a tapestry of light with eyes that hold the stars at night.
Hurt by U
I got with someone Before you came along Say 'hey beautiful' in the DMs Right in the PM Talk all night until it reached the early AM
Gladys W. MuturiPublished 7 months ago in PoetsFirst Love
The butterflies in my stomach, the racing of my heart, The excitement of every moment, right from the start. I remember the innocence of our love, the purity of our hearts,