Slam poetry: that magical mix of rhythm and rhyme.
How to feel burntout Don’t stop, keep going. You’ll sleep when you’re dead. Don’t disappoint, don't be lazy. Grind grind grind. That's all that's on my mind.
By Kristina Brule14 days ago in Poets
“Tell me about love, Mama.” I used to say. * Remember the swish of rice across the bilao? Tssst shhh tssst shhh. *
By Guia Nocon14 days ago in Poets
Attention, all citizens - remain alert, remain sure. We’re in the midst of a devastating, ongoing, silent war. In this conflict of networks, signals and blue-light glare,
By Latisha Fairfull14 days ago in Poets
2025 A graveyard is being built in my backyard and they etched my name on every headstone, Some of them I recognize, but some of them are names that sit in my chest like an anvil,
By Olivia Dodge14 days ago in Poets
PUBLIC HEALTH ALERT FROM THE BY-ELECTED MULTIMODAL GOVERNMENT OF 2026 Circumscribe citizens - your time for compliance is NOW.
By Edward Swafford15 days ago in Poets
The sky splits open like it remembers. Lightning snaps to attention across the plains, sharp as an order no one questioned. There’s a storm in me tonight— one trained to wait, one taught endurance by slammed doors and swallowed screams.
By Bailey15 days ago in Poets
This year, some doors shook as they shut, echoing louder than my prayers. Others eased themselves closed quietly, as if You wiped the dust from their hinges with care.
By Hannah Lambert16 days ago in Poets
Dear God, A personal letter was written in my head, sitting in the driver’s seat of my car. Thinking about how shit around me and the endless nonsense and how it all got this far.
By Anthony Diaz16 days ago in Poets
i watch the steam rise from the old grey river like everything existing it was born & grew up its spirit looks upon me
By Sudais Zakwan16 days ago in Poets
You can call me a terrorist if you want Your fear is requiring your mindset I will fight for them as long as I am able
By vibrant ghost16 days ago in Poets
Growing up I was told an idle mind is where the devil works best So do I overthink in order to prevent him from having a field test ?
By Harydo Neon17 days ago in Poets
They tell us the veil was thick— not linen you could fold at night, not fabric that stirred when men passed by, but woven dense with warning,
By Hannah Lambert17 days ago in Poets
