Slam poetry: that magical mix of rhythm and rhyme.
I lost my words, I lost my meaning. My mind is speeding while I'm speeding off speed. Sometimes my greatest is off speed, (when I'm off speed).
By Reginald5 years ago in Poets
I'm a rebel in disguise I guess you cant see Right in your eyes yes it's me I dont wear a cloke or a trilby
By Alan Ccfc Lydiard5 years ago in Poets
They tell us to love our bodies then they shame us ‘Just show us ya tits and we’ll make you famous’ Isn’t it funny how we birth men
By Olivia Alice5 years ago in Poets
You keep saying that you love me,want me, can’t do it without me. But all I hear you saying is, come on- give me what I need
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden5 years ago in Poets
THE WONDER Now here we are, in a time too late to explore our world, for we are all told it has been discovered. Now here we are, in a time too early to explore the stars, for with all our technology we can’t reach that far.
By I Omnist5 years ago in Poets
Dear insomnia, . I am sorry That you’ve never known the pleasure Of full 8 hour sleep. A nap a midst your leisure.
By Polina Papazova5 years ago in Poets
I am my mothers son, which means I know what it is to be restrained, to shackle oneself for someone else's freedom.
By Enoch the Poet5 years ago in Poets
They ask me "what is my plan B? If my plan A doesn’t pay my bills?" They ask "Will I be able to pay a loan? To a house that I don’t even own?"
By Marzi Banilohi5 years ago in Poets
The blackness, the sadness, the marks, of your madness. Your beauty, your soul, gave me a reason to float. You always viewed the whole world as some big, twisted, and sick, fat joke.
By orangepeachapples5 years ago in Poets
I am, the offspring of two African American rulers of their own galaxies dropped me off so they could fulfill their own fantasies
By Ahniya Mitchell5 years ago in Poets
I was red in my head, starving heart on fire-- why are all of you stealing my colors? A cavern was left; my wide-open chest impressed with the weight of concealing my colors.
By Lindsay Coffta5 years ago in Poets
In my small southern town Football is king The only dream is making it To the N.F.L Friday-Night- Lights turn into bittersweet memories
By Bobby Harley5 years ago in Poets
