slam poetry
Slam poetry: that magical mix of rhythm and rhyme.
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He said he wanted a poem but I really didn’t know what to write about, sitting in the sand but my mind ran from every season in the drought, should I say something freaky like I want to be on my knees with my hands tied behind my back and you dancing in my throat.....na that’s not it.
By Calligraphee5 years ago in Poets
The Plead
Having a dry spell is no walk in the park, it’s no fun, it’s like being in quicksand trying to run. Violently scraping my brain looking for words to put together, metaphors wrapped around neck like a freshly knit turtleneck sweater. Stuffing letters inside my mouth gagging on verbs, filling my shoes with cement and dropped off the pier into the sea of rambling ideas. Foul, evil and cruel, destroying peace and creating chaos, stirring my mind in a bowl of tacks I look down to see punctuation leaking through the holes in my head, kicking dirt in my fucking face, prying my eyelids open only to be sprayed with mace. You are a disgrace, hypocritically profane, you kiss your mother with that mouth? I’m cutting the wire, I’m no longer your puppet, your bitch, free from all the negativity you are a liar. I’d pull your card but it seems your whole life has already been a game, so sit back and watch as I sign my name with this blood oath to give writer’s block a new name.
By Calligraphee5 years ago in Poets
Before we go any further, Friends...
If you're trying to be friends, you should probably know this. If you're here to play, like you like me, just to snake me, or roll me over, like weed in a zig-zag spliff, let me tell you this, you should probably desist. Because actions with malicious intent, towards me, will get you dismissed; in addition to making me pissed.
By ©I.M. "That Girl," Inure Muse5 years ago in Poets
Inner thoughts
Poem : inner thoughts Bright skies covered by dark clouds I can’t see but I’m still searching for happiness; working hard to obtain to success of this life that’s a game ; to keep me from going insane I use poetry to ease the brain and lower my pain. I’m lame cause clubbing ain’t my forte ; I’ll rather be looking at stars having deep talks and I got to be in love for alittle foreplay. Cant start off doing the kissing and licking I’m cautious beware a curse ; scared of that disease some that I don’t need cause it gets worse. I’ll never look down on a person I have no bad feelings I got love for everybody; immortal on my mind I don’t want to be forgotten helping poverty will be my hobby. I do most of my dreaming and plotting late nights; I’m praying I can’t stay still I wanna take great flights. Can’t lie the crazy things a guy will try to get a girl attention; if I get a chance I will show you sex isn’t only my intention I’m really feel like I’m not from this dimension . I sit alone I eat alone I walk alone I’m a loner; don’t get the support I want but I ain’t tripping it only makes me stronger. Once we homies we always homies I believe we stronger being in a unity ; sometimes I feel like a failure but manifesting success to get a opportunity to help my community . I’m scared to fail I’m nervous of rejection; I question my selection I’m praying for protection . Thankful for the little group thats still here I met ; appreciation to the readers that show love that I do get .
By Joshua King5 years ago in Poets
