Slam poetry: that magical mix of rhythm and rhyme.
Falling in further, no ponderous palaver. A-vented horizon, escapists frustration, Giddy full banquet, gorging delinquent.
By Paul Beckett5 years ago in Poets
I find myself being jealous of the girl I used to be maybe it was hell but at least she had all the support that she can see
By Taylor Otto5 years ago in Poets
The warmth of my spring makes me smile, laugh, dance and yearn for summer, I am a woman blessed in a world so unforgiving. With his love trapped within my soul, my heart traces the memories that were once unimaginable.
By Mary Martins5 years ago in Poets
Butterfly vs Moth I am a butterfly You are a moth My wings were earned Yours were given to you I have seen light in the dark
By Olivia Alice5 years ago in Poets
WATERCOLOUR WOMAN blurring colouring in lines which confine that version of you which is all ambition and confidence
By T5 years ago in Poets
Staring into my forest eyes On fire, my eyes on fire We’ve come this far together and I’ve never seen your face Searched for faces of others
By Libby Mata Harii5 years ago in Poets
I’m Black Black…Black! I’m Black Black Black like the quiet after a gunshot Black Kevlar Black Black like the topside of a well cooked rib Black
By Enoch the Poet5 years ago in Poets
THE MOON wine kisses my stomach and I’m flirting with the moon he treats me better than you did, but this fickle heart has no room
Synesthesia I see color in words, numbers, letters and songs. True is indeed blue, but mellow not so yellow. Sight seen through my mind's eye, every word written brings me to a place of color.
By Patricia Arlet-Rivera5 years ago in Poets
Color me colorful Vivid shades of sunsets and sunrises I am colored, Clouds after a rainy day
By charlezar mills5 years ago in Poets
Waiting for a sound to fall what if I’m a body just to break it? Lost in what I need to prove the dust endures I’ve called myself here
By Jasmine Viana5 years ago in Poets
