slam poetry

Slam poetry: that magical mix of rhythm and rhyme.

Do not go gentle into that good night
Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night by Do not go gentle into that good night, Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
By Lubna Khan5 years ago in Poets
Paper Tigers
Lighting a candle And camping out in front Of the clean, safe student union For one night in October Doesn’t make you homeless
By Gene Lass5 years ago in Poets
If
If b If you can keep your head when all about you Are losing theirs and blaming it on you; If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
By Mohsin5 years ago in Poets
May be
Maybe it's that uncertainty within the certainty that seems too intense. Maybe it's the fear and danger in my eyes that leave you in suspense.
By Muhammad Iqbal5 years ago in Poets
What I Know
-What I know- I don't know much, But I’m smart enough to feel stupid. I know that I don't know. I know pain, I know rain,
By Muhammad Iqbal5 years ago in Poets
PAST, PASSED
told my stories, called it my past. oh, in my past. it’s passed but in my past- let me spill this particular memory stain this particular
By Emily Serena5 years ago in Poets
A Message to the Teacher
A MESSEGE TO THE TEACHER thank u teachers for your guidance which made our future dance. you taught us to read and be a crop rather than weed.
By Muhammad Iqbal5 years ago in Poets
To a far away land
I see the dragons fly in the sky they light up like fire flies. They fly so high above in the sky, In the world where the grass is green, in a world where the world is clean. A place where you can live forever.. Where your goals are all reached a childish endeavour.
By Elizabeth Blade 5 years ago in Poets
Stranded
Stranded. I came to crossroads in my life! Do I turn back? Go straight? Turn left or right? I feel real empty deep down inside.
By Muhammad Iqbal5 years ago in Poets
School Morning
School morning Before the cocks crocks in the morning Before the sun arises in the morning When seprated from bed by the alarm of Azaan
By Shizza5 years ago in Poets
Clad All In Brown
Foulest brute that stinks below, Why in this brown dost thou appear? For wouldst thou make a fouler show,
By Maiya Devi Dahal5 years ago in Poets
skip
feet sinking in skips ripping out objects of interest when mike king and I were one person rocks in tube televisions
By Alastair Davie5 years ago in Poets