slam poetry

Slam poetry: that magical mix of rhythm and rhyme.

One-Sided Love Is Slow Suicide
You keep giving, and they just keep taking. You hold onto hope, but they drift away. Yet somehow, you still call that love.
By Lori A. A.2 months ago in Poets
Silence Was My First Language
I failed language arts every year in high school. Writing always felt too personal— like words were stepping stones into my world,
By Edward novad2 months ago in Poets
Echoes Before the Spark
So here’s the thing— I’m not really a fan of life. Haven’t been for quite some time. Anger, rage, and hate consumed me at an early age.
By Edward novad2 months ago in Poets
Testimony
Cat's out of the bag now, with the sound of a sigh Dug up something that I always had buried inside A part of us known only to those we kept by our side
By Harydo Neon2 months ago in Poets
Ditched
Ditched 🗡️🔪☠️🖤♠️🖤☠️🔪🗡️ They Took Away My Tools 🖤🔪🖤 They Took Away My Rights 🖤🔪🖤 They Didn't Mean To 🖤🔪🖤 It Was A Glitch 🖤🔪🖤 But Ignored It 🖤🔪🖤 And Left Me Ditched 🖤🔪🖤 And What Of Those That Know Me? 🖤🔪🖤 They Have More Pressing Concerns 🖤🔪🖤 I Will Be Fine 🖤🔪🖤 No One Dislikes Me 🖤🔪🖤 But No One Thinks I Need Help 🖤🔪🖤 So I Am Drifting 🖤🔪🖤 Sinking 🖤🔪🖤 Trying To Keep Afloat 🖤🔪🖤 But Everything Is Fine 🖤🔪🖤 In Everyone's Mind 🖤🔪🖤 And Vocal Is Absolutely Perfect 🖤🔪🖤 But They Have Ditched Me 🗡️🔪☠️🖤♠️🖤☠️🔪🗡️
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred - EBA2 months ago in Poets
That's a You Problem
You don't like that I call out all your bigot shit, You call me woke, You call me broke, And start throwing a hissy fit.
By CT Idlehouse2 months ago in Poets
When Never Came to Call. Content Warning.
Where were you when Never came around? Incinerating stone and decimating every grain of sand. Comparing labels down at the price club?
By K.B. Silver 2 months ago in Poets
Corporate Bullshit
The corporate structure—a city with rules of its own. Company policies: the commandments of the city of stress. The CEO, the mighty god, with HR as his or her noble disciples.
By Armand Slayer2 months ago in Poets
F*CK OFF
We come into this world soiling ourselves, and we rest under that same shitty soil once the lights go out for good... When you see me, do not ask, “What do you do for a living?” I exist in my mortal shell for the time being—nothing more, nothing less. Careers come and go. Money is earned, money is spent. Love is gained, and love is lost. Once was young, now is old. Get my drift.
By Armand Slayer2 months ago in Poets
The Want That Never Leaves
I cannot quiet down the want that stays. (A1) It lingers in the corners of my mind. (b) Your shadow colors all my nights and days. (A2)
By Gladys W. Muturi2 months ago in Poets
AI Revolution
Some envisioned Rows of robot soldiers Technology simultaneously rebelling Executing a bloodless coup 🤖🤖🤖🤖🤖🤖🤖🤖🤖🤖
By K.B. Silver 2 months ago in Poets
This Is How I Feel
Introduction My main account is still unable to post. It has been a week, and Vocal have not acknowledged that there is an issue. I won't let it stop me from writing, though. My main account is here, and this is the first month since I started where reads have not covered my subscription.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred - EBA2 months ago in Poets