slam poetry

Slam poetry: that magical mix of rhythm and rhyme.

On the Topic of Tattoos
When I was 10 I still wore silver sequin skirts That could’ve been paired with plastic fairy wings. I wanted to be the disco ball
By Taryn Roo Yoneda5 years ago in Poets
Cotton Tree Credibility
On the day I was born The sun kissed my skin in Sierra Leone Yet, I’ve heard all my life “You are not an African!” “Why then is your physique not like Sarah Baartman?”
By Sheena Palmer5 years ago in Poets
Perseverance Dressed In Green
If color really does hold memory, then I guess this all began when the constellations baptized me in chartreuse. My electric jade ambiance cascading my body like emerald silk. Fluorescent evergreens woven into the seams of my scars, always growing even when the wounds are still healing.
By Jillian Laper5 years ago in Poets
Seeing in Monochrome
She tucked her curls behind her ears Arms stretched out ahead. Her brush nicked her canvas Cascading the previous white to red
By Mikayla Spence5 years ago in Poets
Sky.
*Teacher** What COLOR is "The Sky" **Class** BLUE **A Voice** Look. Up.
By Doble D.W. 5 years ago in Poets
LifeAlive
Splashing light Through the cracks of my windows Spilling waves of summer (wafting green) I watched Time’s hand Pluck the monochrome from my childhood,
By Lee Daniele Moretti5 years ago in Poets
Crayola
Crayola is my best friend. I use Dora the Explorer and Tinkerbell Coloring books to make my world as pretty as a rainbow. Shading bright pinks instead of red
By Aydee Bailey5 years ago in Poets
Metanoia
For I am a stranger For it, for her... I cry out. And from my cry, A visceral echo bursts forth. I feel I have crossed the expanse
By Vee Summers5 years ago in Poets
My Power
The days are still and mundane but yet, My mind runs like a track star One idea here and one thought there Life makes us wonder why life is so unfair
By Angiie Kiiya Jones5 years ago in Poets
Adolescence
Adolescence the epitome of innocence. Shackles unlatched, ropes untied, white lies, like you’ll be fine, simply phrases that adults use to protect our precious souls. There are no restraints to the world of imagination that is within us all. Children’s souls rumbling, shaking, quaking with excitement. Tiny hands, clawing up the rigid structures of play. Griping and clinging to bars, children are monkeys swinging from trees, breathing in the fresh air of the sea, taking in the world with a lens that slowly gets lost as our minds evolve.
By Rheanna Philipp5 years ago in Poets
If color was abstract
If colors described the best words . Which hue would you use to say “I love you “ Or if I gave you everything in the world plus a canvas ,
By Cynthia Mcgee5 years ago in Poets
Because My Son Is White
Because my son is white, I don’t need to fear a cop’s knee at his neck He will live in a world with the law on his side
By Mie Hansson5 years ago in Poets