slam poetry

Slam poetry: that magical mix of rhythm and rhyme.

A Dash, Splash and Cash Rehash
Johnny and I use our winnings to get away. We’ve been hiding since that crazy day. We helped the Feds crack a smuggling case.
By Kelly A Curran5 years ago in Poets
Stamina
We ran. Into the dead of night, senses dulled and our people culled by hands that claimed they were the better man. We ran.
By Francois Celestin5 years ago in Poets
I AM STUPID!
I AM STUPID! 160221 What a world? When true lies were told to her, she looked up down and went nowhere.
By Malik Obynna5 years ago in Poets
tally the little moments
Tally the small moments of your life. The time in France when you made cute soda cocktails with fizzy drinks and grenadine, how you stored them on the balcony overlooking the bakery because there was no fridge and it was autumn outside.
By Roya Weiss-Weinberg5 years ago in Poets
Black Girl Beautiful
look at you so far past two and the sun has blessed you so your face caught my eye ‘cause i did wonder why sweet baby girl skippin’
By The Dani Writer5 years ago in Poets
Grape Soda
It was The last grape soda on the shelf I opened my fridge and there it was A deep Deep purple can, with the word GRAPE
By gage ward5 years ago in Poets
Close the gate
Close the gate! Let's hide away, We have to wait. Wait and stay. Let's enjoy the view, And connect the dots. Agree to not argue, Whilst we establish the spots.
By Angelica Thomas5 years ago in Poets
Betrayal (inspired by Cask of Amonttillado by Edgar Allen Poe)
Wicked though he feels it justified Wants to be the one and only cause of his comrade’s demise From the first spoken thoughts, his goals become clear
By Maya Pilgram5 years ago in Poets
The Cliff and The Sea
Alone she stands and towers the sea He pounds against her With fists that wave one after the other Some days, he is calm
By P.K. Wills5 years ago in Poets
The Haunting of Casanova
“I like him,” she says. You shouldn’t, I think. He’s no good, I know it, but she’s blinded by his soft eyes and cheekbones and she thinks he likes her for her, that he might be the one, which is a lie because I know him.
By Micky Ferguson5 years ago in Poets
why was it my responsibility?
butterflies floating around my head, i am encased in a lepidopteran halo. sometimes, i wish i had silk-like wings to flutter
By alayna doyal5 years ago in Poets
The Sound of my My Soul
Music You should probably know, That when I show you a song that I love, I’ve been listening to it on repeat, sometimes for weeks.
By Abraxas Rodewald5 years ago in Poets