Slam poetry: that magical mix of rhythm and rhyme.
I know life beats me down. It Brings me round and beats me down. I feel the heat on the back of my neck. The fire-breathing burdens of dreams not met.
By michelle stuart5 years ago in Poets
Oh my god! That is bullshit! Where the fuck did that blue shell come from? I am clearly the best racer of all time! Fuck off Caterpie: nobody likes you.
By Chloe Gilholy5 years ago in Poets
That's it were fucking finished. No more "I should have listened"... and, "I didn't see that coming" because you do, And
By Tripp Any Where5 years ago in Poets
Bored with life so I try, I try to make something of myself, I try to be creative, I try to get my work out there, I try to be heard,
By CosmicAli5 years ago in Poets
It's the night before Christmas, mince pies by the fire, Lilly wonders if Santa will grant her desire? Her man is at work: full of dedication,
Do you see the walls? Be careful, they’re very fragile. Understand that if you’d like to touch Them, use your fingertips.
By Parker Korpi5 years ago in Poets
Since I wrote on algorithms my readers have increased From just under 800 total, to 993!! (Ok, 995-I needed the rhyme) lol
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden5 years ago in Poets
Pick up the paint Let us tell you what they say Look at the colours None is like the other You see, Red, he says;
By Milo Monroe5 years ago in Poets
Images of these beautiful & curving ladies, They make men dumb Some can't act right, Help.. Speechless. Can't say a word.
By Sean Noble5 years ago in Poets
Sunshine beats down on depression The way a meth fueled manic beats an elated victim. Savagely pounding joy through broken teeth.
By Abraxas Rodewald5 years ago in Poets
Maybe it’s the algorithms maybe it’s the moon maybe it’s the weather Hell, maybe it's a mood. * I’ve written 53 stories
Who is a silly girl? who are you talking to sir? can't be me with my lovely hips that your hands love to caress, my thick thighs and luscious bottom that teases your manhood to attention
By D'Andrea Writes5 years ago in Poets
