slam poetry

Slam poetry: that magical mix of rhythm and rhyme.

Words
Words That’s all they are. Here’s the thing about our words. We can't take them back once they've been said. And I don't intend to.
By Erica Jordan5 years ago in Poets
To All Those Who Came Before
We are each a mosaic of you. We have been pieced together with all the bits of you that you didn't know we were watching. You are strength and wisdom. Fire and ice. You have taught us to love passionately, and feel anger fiercely because no emotion is worth feeling if it isn't felt through every cell in your body.
By Bethany Bain5 years ago in Poets
Wolves in sheep’s clothing
There is a voice that doesn’t use words. And a heart that hears all things unsaid.
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden5 years ago in Poets
Reflexion.
I wake up and rub my eyes Fighting with myself while I hit snooze another time Get up at the last minute Contemplating when I'll die
By Cam Camacho5 years ago in Poets
In Defense of Poetry. Top Story - March 2021.
You say poetry is nonsensical that it is overly emotional and thus encourages the delusional To the point of being inconsolable
By Lucia B.5 years ago in Poets
March 21st, 2021 13:02
March 21st, 2021 13:02 March Equinox I sat outside taking in the Sunday sun, warming up from the sun. Two cops go by
By Erica Jordan5 years ago in Poets
Fatherhood
I split your penis in half, and objectify it and leave you are you fond of me? you cry foul because I will not
By Alexandra Elizabeth Putnam5 years ago in Poets
Why so heartless?
Young man, where is your humanity? Those feelings you bottle up inside? where is your humanness? do you not know you are made in God's image?
By D'Andrea Writes5 years ago in Poets
4:08
She reaches for the door handle and closes her palm on the glazed bronze. The hand withdraws abruptly as if it’d grazed a burning stove
By Naseykou Laff5 years ago in Poets
Who’s Sanity
12/09/20 I find myself taking my prescription meds with alcohol. If that doesn’t spell “help,” I don’t know what it is
By Emery Pine5 years ago in Poets
Brotha Please
Brotha please, excuse me Don't mind my attitude As you tell me how to be a woman Hold up, not tryna be rude What's the secret way you know the view
By Aqeedah Mujahid-Gaines5 years ago in Poets
Your Momma
Shaped from the pale palms Brown tree branches trace Finger tips mold in praise Your momma made Gifted likeness in form
By Aqeedah Mujahid-Gaines5 years ago in Poets