slam poetry

Slam poetry: that magical mix of rhythm and rhyme.

My Skin is Brown
My skin is brown. Like the color of creamed coffee Or the rich sand of a tropical beach Somewhere in the middle of nowhere.
By Takata Vassar Felix5 years ago in Poets
I am the 1eyewolf
I am the 1eyewolf I am the 3 eyed cat I am a piece of all the things That to others may seem crap I don't bond well with humans
By Michael Boulatsakos 5 years ago in Poets
Just another day
As hail falls, the day arrives. Celebate. Life or death? Wake or shower? Christ. Or presents, neatly wrapped. Solice? Merchant purchase, ancient poultice.
By Paul Beckett5 years ago in Poets
All My Hues
I am pink, because when I dare to lay beside the one I love each night I am set ablaze, burning so hot I melt the bonds holding
By Max Drew Geiger5 years ago in Poets
Respectfully
Respectfully I’m not with the thought of us doing things respectfully We still live in a society where we learn humility,
By Jasmine Young5 years ago in Poets
Trolls
Been getting trolled recently, Folks with an axe, eager to grind. Pushing at boundaries, they feel they define. But as in defence, taught of the self.
By Paul Beckett5 years ago in Poets
Duality passes
Duality Passes Yesterday rose in a blistering maelstrom. Been prepossessed with reality’s resta. Suspended in beliefs, been told I was special. I realise now, just one single petal. Amongst a collection, pressed neatly in pages. The day before recanting, sisters behaviour. Ownership.
By Paul Beckett5 years ago in Poets
Beautiful Black
And what I love most she had so much soul And what I love most she had so much soul And what I love most she had so much soul
By Chef G.G.M.5 years ago in Poets
A world view
If difference was praised instead of used for separation, then uniqueness would be a reason for celebration, but the world places humans in relegation,
By Melly.c5 years ago in Poets
Black Sunshine
My color is Black There’s no love of color that I lack The only time I feel like a snack is when I wear Black There’s no other color that’s made an impact
By Jasmine Smith5 years ago in Poets
Blue is My Favorite Color
Call me blue eyes, for I have held love’s gaze, or name me by my blue tears, for I have witnessed love’s end. Yellow daffodils perhaps --
By Caitlyn Nalley5 years ago in Poets
Colors
Colors are a major part of life no doubt. Truly something we couldn't live without. A red apple, green grass, the blue sky way up high. A magnificent sight when it meets the eye.
By Aiero Hanson5 years ago in Poets