Slam poetry: that magical mix of rhythm and rhyme.
Try to understand There is no distance You can run No stoic mountains You could climb To harness gods within the sun
By Michael Brandon Marchese5 years ago in Poets
Not just the absence of light It’s much worse An inhabited netherworld Feel it immerse You in lonely, forlorn Raging storms
Picturesque starlit skylight By day I dream, by night I write And long to take the raven’s flight Bespectacled in lights so bright
We triumph for those who have known us in glory And in utter ruin remember the story Acknowledge our valor, our power to keep
We are one god together Your anger Comes from places of good Intentions Freedom isn’t free But it should be No?
What caused me To recognize a real killa Stand tall fist in the ground Gorilla Smooth ,clever est intuitive sharp as ever
By Radnero5 years ago in Poets
I have taken the waves that crashed against my skin , leaving my flesh black and blue . I have taken those words of bitterness that fly like arrows, making their mark within my heart and mind.
By Alixzandra Wiseman5 years ago in Poets
Alone ain’t alone in this cold cold world you have to hold on to the heat to survive somebody has to die I write like a run on because I don’t like periods especially from my main female skarlet with a K she off white like snow both parents are black I have to different startegy in fighting either you protect or you enforce I manage to do both died twice came back to life my sacrifice is that there are no sacrifices I move in silence but I can’t go in silence growing up the goal was to have flowers at you funeral not the wedding blood 🩸 for blood word for word my ability to fight challengers who have no passion was my role to make my heart cold as ice I was told never bring a gun to a knife fight but you better have either or the other way around the street light where during the day so I missed curfew getting like I clocked in I never clocked out music and write is my vice murder is my curse worst come to worst imma legend on elm street
By Tae Diego5 years ago in Poets
Relief is a rare All too scarce Food source here When it’s clear I can simply say no And refrain From more deigning
My last supper was years ago Hunger and I go way back We like watching things burn And then making dark magic It’s tragic, really I know
2 years elapses Right back to the Lapse in The facts In this Pax ‘Mericana Reacting en masse To the mass Paranoia,
Absorption Of all sorts of Warped information So porously permeates My rumination An inundation Of befuddling Puddles
