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The Slam Poetry
Much can be said about poetry. Structure, rhymes, and play on words. All part of the poetry directory. Much less than calling it direct to me.
By Crissy DXCII8 years ago in Poets
Love of a Mother
She woke me in the morning, and tucked me in at night, she read me bedtime stories, when I did wrong she made it right. She was my taxi, my chef and protector and so much more, I wouldn't trade her for any price, and looking back now, I wish that I had always followed her advice.
By Alyssa Lactin8 years ago in Poets
Thanks Giving
During the season of thankfulness It's time for me to address Those who matter most to me My family My real family My true family
By A. R. Ambrosi8 years ago in Poets
PokerFace
Pokerface, the face I show in place of my emotions, Pokerface, having one most times, don't whine, but I care about others, but do they care about me & mine, Pokerface, I cared about her, her, her, and her, but she didn't know her worth, Pokerface, tables turning, kush burns, but yet your heart never learns,
By Diamond Dreams Movement8 years ago in Poets
Concrete Love
You told her she was beautiful on the first day y'all met, gave her the impression that she was someone so different from the rest. Build her up to feel butterflies every time she's around you, not knowing you were building her up to love nothing but the image you created to be. You gave her enough love to be affected but not enough love to feel what she gave you ...you feed her soul with damaged love and fake memories. Stealing her oxygen she thought you gave her. Leaving her dry with the heart that's bleeding hurt and disloyalty. Now she's filled with the memories where her heart once been.
By Tia Cheyenne8 years ago in Poets
No Space
NOTE: For added artistic impact, I wrote this poem with no spaces between words, but capitalized each word for easier reading. Below the initial poem will be a version with spaces added should the original be too disorienting to read.NO SPACENoRoomForErrorButWe’reAllSurroundedByTheTerrorInTheKingdomNoOneIsFairerNotEvenTheRingBearerWhoOnlyHoldsTheRingWhilePeopleGlareAndStareAndMakeDeclaresEatingTheirEclairsInTheirRoyalChairsButThey’reNotRealThronesCauseTheyCan’tReallyBareTheInsaneAmountOfPressureThatIsThereAndIt’sEvenTheirsGoodGodHowCanASimpleConceptGetSoComplicatedAndItPredatesAnythingEmancipatedMakingUsJadedNotSlatedForThisToBeRaidedButIt’sBeratedIfThereWereSuchARatingItWouldBe”B”RatedAndIt’sStatedAndStatedAndStatedAndSTATEDItGoesAroundFasterThanAnF5TornadoAllWorkAndNoPlayMakesJackADullBoyAllWorkAndNoPlayMakesJackADullBoyAllWorkAndNoPlayMakesJackADullBoyAllTwerkin’AllDayBitchMakeJackATallBoyHindsightLaughsAtForesightAndIt’sJustLikeHowCan’tYouSeeThePlightThatMakesUrbanAndSuburbanBlightSoBrightEnoughToBothShineAndCloudWhat’sRightMakingThingsTightButNotSlangTightButTriteAndTriedAndATrueFightSoGoFlyAKiteMakeSureIt’sGotGraceInThisCrazyHumanRaceThatUsainBoltCouldn’tWinWithRocketShoesAndTheWindAtHisBackGoingDownhillOnAForwardMovingTrackButThat’sTheCaseThatWeGottaFaceMaybeWeCanTraceBackToWhereItInterlacedButIt’sSoTightSinceWe’reGivenNoSpace
By E.J. Tangonan8 years ago in Poets
Depersonalized
You get to a point where you're not sure if you're just a speck of dust on the window sill or if you're a shooting star in the night sky.
By Melani Gosselin8 years ago in Poets
Endurance
I have so many questions that I don't know how to ask yet. I will I'm sure, ask them that is, one day. But for now I feel like my very being is crying for release, and is denied the words to do so.
By Jesse Chukwuka-Dibie8 years ago in Poets
Beauty Underneath
When you hit 21, you realize a lot of things You realize you were happy all along You hate yourself for living life the way you did
By Melani Gosselin8 years ago in Poets
Nous, No More
Follow the paths which lead you astray because only there will you find your mistakes only there will you notice what's fair.
By Andrea Marcus8 years ago in Poets
Difference
I feel like my life is in shambles. But I know that it's not. I guess there's a difference between feeling and knowing.
By Eliza Stone8 years ago in Poets
Shaken
Hurricanes ablaze "The end is coming!" The world is finally sick and tired of running From it's inevitable fate Climate change is calling out "checkmate!"
By megan hope8 years ago in Poets