Slam poetry: that magical mix of rhythm and rhyme.
There Comes the Strangest Moment by There comes the strangest moment in your life, when everything you thought before breaks free—
By Lubna Khan5 years ago in Poets
Dulce Et Decorum Est Pro Patria Mori by Bent double, like old beggars under sacks, Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,
Do you know a life of loneliness and one filled with pain, living a life with nothing to gain, Surrounded by darkness, overwhelmed with shame.
By Muhammad Saad Shabbir5 years ago in Poets
I can put my limbs around whoever I want whenever I want, I choose not to. But, why? Isn’t this what people do? Why do I restrict and limit myself when it comes to sex? I’m good at it. I’m attractive and attracted.
By BJ5 years ago in Poets
I wonder if black mothers knew when they gave birth They were giving life to the most lethal weapon in America That threat was embedded into their child’s smooth brown skin from the womb
By Jaeyden hill-mims5 years ago in Poets
there’s something louder than my breath in the dark u r a phantom of the past things a nightmare trigger footsteps on the stairs
By ZHAOLIN5 years ago in Poets
My depression has a depression My weird mind Has thoughts Which they are on and off With every click of a watch The watch on the wall
3rd day I somewhere in myself, Felt sad , for not disturbing you.. I ,Without having a glance at you, With most beautiful eyes... Felt void!!
Whose elephant is that? I think I know. Its owner is quite angry though. She was cross like a dark potato. I watch her pace. I cry hello.
By Bg Das5 years ago in Poets
Part I man's slavering mouth unprotected by a mask he's happy that the suns out and the birds are out that the travellers that erect tents outside his office
By Alastair Davie5 years ago in Poets
June 15th, 8pm by The evening comes slowly over us, over the cardinal and the wren still feeding, over the swallows suddenly
A desire to win, now burning with rage. How dare that man holler at me, an athlete and ten years of age. This should be fun, but I want to scream.
By Brandi Johnson5 years ago in Poets
