slam poetry

Slam poetry: that magical mix of rhythm and rhyme.

Circle Belies the Time
Fast; the circle has no beginning, no end, my friend I tell you – there is if care is taken to note the mark a mistaken spark
By Barb Dukeman5 years ago in Poets
The Enemies
Last night they came across the river and Entered the city. Women were awake With lights and food. They entertained the band,
By Raj Karki5 years ago in Poets
Beats 'n' Rhymes
There's something therapeutic 'bout touching somebody soul Through verbal communications you perform, truth be told/ Exchanging narratives, philosophies and what-nots,
By Dezzy Yates5 years ago in Poets
Milking time
Heard ye the maidens Went through the meadows, Early, O, early, While yet the dew was Wet on the grass? Heard ye the milk-maids
By Muhammad iqbal5 years ago in Poets
Clarity
Do I give too much? I need to know. Is it naïve to believe that if I sow love, it will grow? Grandmother buried her husband, then found another who stayed until her last day.
By VOR5 years ago in Poets
‘Til death do us part means people gonna die
Reality denial and neglect run from rookie mistakes to depths of covert shame. Smells of close-minded foul funk forgotten in the oldest basements.
By The Dani Writer5 years ago in Poets
The Next Line
I am not like every other writer. I don't write every night till I get tired. Yet, these pieces I write are heavily admired. The complements fired to the words that came to my mind. That surged through my arm. Emerged from the lead. Purged the paper. Everything this soul has said, just bled through into the mainstream. But it was the same seam sowed down the lane in my brain.
By The Passionate Autistic5 years ago in Poets
Crunch, Crunch
“Mama took me to the gym, throwing uppercuts Never did a Lutz, never did a Lutz But falling for a boy Turned me into a clutz
By Sierra Katherina5 years ago in Poets
Tensed child
A numbing sorrow overhangs the child who's smaller, Without guidance from the one and only mother, The child strives for attention every since she was a crawler,
By KK2455 years ago in Poets
Tempest
My battles have turned to a raging war And yet I sleep and slumber even more Piles of work, by me, yet to be done And my neighbours can hear me at 3am when I snore
By Harydo Neon5 years ago in Poets
My New Age Relationship
Brightness falls across my face As I lay here in the dark, I can’t sleep, so I’m jotting down the things overflowing in my heart
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden5 years ago in Poets
A Penny For Your Thoughts
Content Warning: themes of intrusive thoughts revolving around harm A penny for your thoughts? The person asks me/ But I don't want mine
By Jordan Hailey5 years ago in Poets