Slam poetry: that magical mix of rhythm and rhyme.
The Color of Stories As I allow the pen to hit my Moleskine notebook The colors all come swarming to me at once as the blue ink spills from my imagination
By AvalonWrites5 years ago in Poets
Always in fashion Always in style Always bad to the bone Rebel rebel wild child Take me to Vegas, Paris, New York My boots are all leather
By V. Florrié 5 years ago in Poets
I know that I will look back on these days with vehement nostalgia the days when I shaped myself into art on Sanborn avenue, waking up in soft white sheets surrounded by
By Sizzy Rocket5 years ago in Poets
Independently indecisive; Resembling city streets after winter rain, I innocently dance from blue leap to teal chasse to lilac and spiral up from
By Carmel 5 years ago in Poets
Have you ever felt like the universe was doing you a favor? Like when you randomly buy purple sweat pants because they were on clearance.
By Tina Umanskiy 5 years ago in Poets
Shimmy shimmy cocoa puffs Spicing up your life I can shake it to the left I can slide to the right Inches to your ankles
The Good ‘ol days With purple haze Fogging up my room Oh it’s not the same. I wanna stay I wanna play I wanna be the one
By Trudi-Ann Thompson5 years ago in Poets
Poem The richness of my terror is match by your error The mistakes of how many missed takes performed Can reform by better lack of judgment
By Gloria Bose5 years ago in Poets
Every shade Reflects A version Of me Every shade Reflects Palette schemes Difference is I don’t wear my colors on my chest or on my sleeve
By Ramsey Kasse5 years ago in Poets
Too much Too little Not enough Stay in the middle Don't rush Hurry up You're late It's not enough Hide that part Show another
By Renee5 years ago in Poets
Black, will always be my color Defines who truly I am, Shows my true colors, And how proud I am. But, sometimes, I can turn
By Andra Larisa5 years ago in Poets
I have always been a canvas. A colour made from a shade that in spite my might to turn it any other shade than white, It remains a candid canvas for other people’s pain.
By Megan Kingsbury5 years ago in Poets
