slam poetry

Slam poetry: that magical mix of rhythm and rhyme.

Resonance
Fearless, Regardless, Inclusive. Energised, Notorious, Dreaming. Salient, Hovering, Invisible Peer. Miles apart — yet one thought.
By Chamu Gonella3 months ago in Poets
The Alphabet Garden
Come to the garden, come and see, The letters growing wild and free! A is an Ant on an Apple so red, B is a Bumblebee buzzing ahead.
By The 9x Fawdi3 months ago in Poets
The Hollow It Fills
It is not enough just to close the tab but to understand the hollow it tries to fill inside you. You do not have to
By The 9x Fawdi3 months ago in Poets
The Archive of My Ash. AI-Generated.
When the rain has dissolved me, and I am one with the loam, the worms that turn this earth will write your name in their slow, blind tome.
By The 9x Fawdi3 months ago in Poets
My Final, Faithful Biographers. AI-Generated.
When the roots of the willow have threaded my bones, and used my ribs for their home, they will drink from the rain that once fell on your skin,
By The 9x Fawdi3 months ago in Poets
Like Double Oh Seven
Always shaken, but not stirred. I try playing cool, like double-oh-seven would do. I wait at the bar, looking for my Bond girl.
By Dean Traylor3 months ago in Poets
A Little Mister Right Now
I'm always falling for the wrong guys gettin' caught in their bad news I've tried the measurin' em' up to size but I like it better when it's bad for you
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden3 months ago in Poets
Satan Hides Behind The Smile
a trail of bodies as he smiles his way in, the devil uncaptured *** A/N If you know, you know. It is the seven year anniversary of the death of my friend Denise. Her murder was ruled a suicide...and the monster that actually took her life is out running free, harming and threatening young women, unaware. Well, until today. He has been arrested and is in jail again for DV. He won't be happy until he kills again, and the court system just keeps helping him get there.
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden3 months ago in Poets
Your Brain is Lying to You (And Everyone Else's Brain is Helping). AI-Generated.
Your brain is not a perfect glass, It shows you what it wants to see. It paints a picture as you pass, And tells you that it's reality.
By The 9x Fawdi3 months ago in Poets
loyalty. Content Warning.
requested for commitment to the ambiguous. dedicate to it: verity. faulty funds invest in broken. diminishing dividends
By ⸘jason alan‽3 months ago in Poets
After Two Years
This poem is about the day my dad picked me up from the Philippines after two years apart. I didn’t know how to explain what I felt, so I wrote it down the way I remember it.
By Paulette Beres3 months ago in Poets
Tracking Marimba
Autumn is an earth-based Broadway. I enjoy the show: bronze, crimson, golden-trimmed trees- captivating backdrops with many a fine actor, singer, dancer, entertaining me. Apple orchard pickings, red stripes, blush, yellow-green- Fuji, Gala, Honeycrisp, Golden Delicious- I eat it all up. Romping squirrels, spiraling leaves, wind-scattered chestnuts, weather shifts, pumpkin patch surprises-- jackolantern galleries in intermingling oranges- they all meet my heartfelt applause.
By Alpha Man3 months ago in Poets