Slam poetry: that magical mix of rhythm and rhyme.
It’s not every day that a lady locs her hair, closes her eyes, takes a deep breath in and lets out all preconceived notions of what her hair should be like.
By The Dani Writer4 years ago in Poets
Summer in the Deep South; Louisiana Super hot, I do not mind Super humidity, I can do without; Chances for thunderstorms
By Mark Graham4 years ago in Poets
Aspergers Dis-ease or Dis-order? Later coming forward, as I did not see, A purpose, then in brushing with another A vortex to discovery, repetition is comforting. There is structure to chaos.
By Paul Beckett4 years ago in Poets
To whom it may concern, Spirituality is a scam. Enlightenment is a scam. The path to peace and stillness is nothing but a weakling's trail.
By aoki4 years ago in Poets
Misery loves company And… Bigotry loves stupidity Beauty loves envy Civility loves courtesy Apathy loves cruelty Vanity loves celebrity
By Kendall Defoe 4 years ago in Poets
They set you down and you were black. Shiny thin. Sometimes, I like it like that. I breathed you in at the table.
By Cat4 years ago in Poets
In a room full of people, faces gleam the ideal calamity; And across the way, an appealing woman nods at the alcohol that makes me a sleaze.
By Bazooka Teaches4 years ago in Poets
Bamas been doing good and I think you know when. Since Saban took over all they do is win. Don't know why I even have this game on,
By Marty West4 years ago in Poets
Phone is dead Gas is almost gone Fridge is nearly empty Money is never enough Feeling pretty rough Wanna get out of my mind
By Rowan Finley 4 years ago in Poets
there you go again blowing up at me you accuse me of not trying you blame me for our disconnect but have you ever considered this?
I once was a skinny youth, But those are days gone by. I ate whatever pleased my taste, And topped it off with pie. *
By Julie Lacksonen4 years ago in Poets
If you’ve beauty and grace, You are something to chase. When you’re witty and wise, You are seen as a prize. * But I’m here to tell you
