slam poetry

Slam poetry: that magical mix of rhythm and rhyme.

Deadly streets
It’s good to be alive Some days it’s good, some days it’s bad But the world ain’t justified Dont you see that gods Mad
By Anime Queen5 years ago in Poets
Say its lonely at the top
They say its lonely at the top I have a close circle that's what we want used to have the jug flip a script at the spot oxycontin what you want
By Robert mackenna5 years ago in Poets
BLACK IS
Now what color am I she asked, black? Black is the color of the midnight skies and the back of a Raven and the sound of death's cry.
By Lady Tolbert5 years ago in Poets
Music is my color
Wishin' I was alright Wish I’d learn a lesson, Always knew my friends were right ‘bout what they’ve been stressin’ .
By Emilia the Bat5 years ago in Poets
PATTY FLICK
Dream Date, It's a Patty Flick. DG & I😍 Me: "Miss you have Soy Patty?" Her: "Sir no," Me: "Ok. 1 Lasco Patty Then"
By Sean Noble5 years ago in Poets
Perspectrum
My BRONZE boots, tracking progress during my daily pursuits, earning revenue while seeking truth, the radiance peeking through,
By DeWayne "DEStination" Sawyer5 years ago in Poets
arcoíris
i wish i could say i was always proud of all this color, that i didn’t make myself monochrome to fit in, that i didn’t live in gray areas with boundaries that blurred like
By Gaby Martinez5 years ago in Poets
Painted Skies
Oh how you paint my sky Such colors of bright Yellow shouts the loudest amongst the clouds She whispers sweet melodies
By Malarie Johnson5 years ago in Poets
T(here)
T(HERE) I must be there but, where? where is there? it must be somewhere it can’t be here why be stuck in the here
By T5 years ago in Poets
Green Carnations
Author: Olivia Laine Parent Titled: “Green Carnations” Green Carnations I contain colors, collections of poetry, love almighty quivering within soft corals, marmalade jams, flora adorning my crown. free. softened by sunlight, healed from nights spent within the lush world of language divine, caramelized daydreams, my love is peppered in sugary-spun song.
By Olivia Laine Parent5 years ago in Poets
Pattern
Revellers eleven dimensions of M-theory A puppeteer’s incisors grin menacingly Betwixt these jaws hangs the marionette Mirrored refraction in supersymmetry
By Paul Beckett5 years ago in Poets
Black
They said bring back black Bring black back Like black been whack Bring black back Like black ain’t facts Bring black back
By Dominic Scott5 years ago in Poets