Slam poetry: that magical mix of rhythm and rhyme.
the sun blazed overhead and I felt faint– “this is so stupid,” I whispered to myself– even though the ocean looked like blue paint
By Jillian Spiridon5 years ago in Poets
A pulse of Believe A dream full of missing pieces Still eager to meet the puzzle A picture full of missing colors Still eager to meet the painter
By Lubna Khan5 years ago in Poets
Frankly speaking the reasons are not that critical that broke the spell surrounded us into a spellbound connect forgetting the reality around us
By Suntonu Bhadra5 years ago in Poets
Boarding from the waterside to crawl to the land in an adventure or curiosity a species, with millions of years of transformation
The world is your garden where you bloom in colors and spark the eyes with vivid light to enlighten humanity. Now think about it,
Stay down I will never Stay down that’s not part of the weather Stay down how could I ever Hate on me, how clever. They just mad I made it
By Tecoria Savage5 years ago in Poets
Sincerely, the Yes, I see you down there looking up into my vastness. What are you hoping to find on my vacant face,
By kd Hoccane5 years ago in Poets
The Last Rose of Summer ‘Tis the last rose of summer Left blooming alone; All her lovely companions Are faded and gone:
Note to self, 10 things you have to get off: 1) Assuming that everything would be the same (hell no! Everything would never be the same).
My Daughter’s Morning My daughter’s morning streams over me like a gang of butterflies as I, sour-mouthed and not ready
D-isasterous day disguised as glamorous The virtuous faired useless These vultures so hazardous Left steam rolled with bruises
By DMTakeshi5 years ago in Poets
We were once The Lovers, you were the Sun to my Moon. You were my King, and I was your Queen. I’ve seen the Wheel Of Fortune,
By Rachel Dailey5 years ago in Poets
