slam poetry

Slam poetry: that magical mix of rhythm and rhyme.

The Ink That Found Its Sunrise
Mira had always believed that morning light carried its own kind of poetry. It slipped into the world quietly, softening everything it touched. But lately, she felt no connection to those first rays of the day. Her pen lay untouched, and the blank pages in her journal seemed to echo her uncertainty.
By Muhammad Saad 2 months ago in Poets
an artist, formerly known. Content Warning.
everybody hates him that's what his partner says but he doesn't care about the judgment and he never will he isn't as crazy as his inspiration
By ⸘jason alan‽2 months ago in Poets
existential warfare. Content Warning.
on the menu identities consumed in isolation by design tribalistic separation us and them denying the nature what it means to be human
By ⸘jason alan‽2 months ago in Poets
Great Mothers Know. Content Warning.
Behind every Great Mother There's a broken-down child Crushed under the cap of her Sensible heel Begging and searching
By K.B. Silver 2 months ago in Poets
US military planning for divided Gaza with ‘green zone’ secured by international and Israeli troops
The US is planning for the long-term division of Gaza into a “green zone” under Israeli and international military control, where reconstruction would start, and a “red zone” to be left in ruins.
By AHMED KAZEKA2 months ago in Poets
Lament of a Teacher
I didn’t sign up to be a saint. I signed up to teach. To crack open books and brains, to hand young minds the keys to doors
By SUEDE the poet2 months ago in Poets
Season Encroaching
Listen. The world peels its skin in front of you, lets its colors slump into the gutter, and you still sigh, pretty.
By Iris Obscura2 months ago in Poets
Heart On The Floor
I've always made myself less So that you’d love me more I tore my heart from my chest You threw it on the floor I cut my tongue from my mouth
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden2 months ago in Poets
The Quiet Revolution
My world before was measured, In miles, and goals, and time, A steady, hurried rhythm, A straightforward, upward climb.
By The 9x Fawdi2 months ago in Poets
The Keeper of Your Dreams
The world is sleeping, deep and still, Beyond the window, on the hill. The house is quiet, clocks are slow, But I am here, and I won't go.
By The 9x Fawdi2 months ago in Poets
Insurgence
They say the pen is mightier than the sword. Every regime sharpens steel for the scribes first. Because a stanza can slit a throat deeper than a saber,
By SUEDE the poet2 months ago in Poets
Paper Boats
I fold my thoughts into paper boats. Set them drifting in the bathtub of dusk. They carry whispers I can't say. Secrets are too fragile even for the wind.
By Emily2 months ago in Poets