slam poetry
Slam poetry: that magical mix of rhythm and rhyme.
In Your Hands
The only way I have ever truly felt like I was being honest with myself, with the ones I choose to hold my vulnerability
Alexandria StanwyckPublished 7 months ago in PoetsGrown
Growing up, I had endless amounts of trouble. Yet, you still remained.
Lava Tears
antsy and angry threw the bomb the wedding party exploded what a waste my tears are like lava but the tears are not for them
Rowan FinleyPublished 7 months ago in PoetsEchoes of Emotions: Through an Open Window
My window is open Dust flies in my story, Today 'you' are after me You are so messed up. Happiness weaves my story You live in another fantasy.
Md. Shakil KhanPublished 7 months ago in PoetsTriumph Over Temptation
In the heart's deep well, Strength found, lust's flames are quelled, Peace blooms, where it fell.
Sailing ships
Love is like a warm embrace on a cold stormy night, a beacon of hope that illuminates the darkness. Found lost at the shore
It Encircles, and Engulfs
What if it were all debunked? these apocalyptic future scenarios of robot takeover/..................[?] simply by the ordinary reality
Rob AngeliPublished 7 months ago in PoetsConsequences
All I wanted, after all these years, was an apology. Something. Anything. Just something that would've showed me - proved to me - how you regretted the actions you've done. That you regretted the decisions you made out of impulse.
Obsessed
Subscribing too much Twenty-one and Seventeen Spamming the Inbox
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 Poets