Slam poetry: that magical mix of rhythm and rhyme.
What haven't I added yet To my collection What shapes have I not taken Form of a question? Incarnate my presence Needs none to acknowledge
By Michael Brandon Marchese5 years ago in Poets
It pumps blood But not love And though flooded With toxins Of noxious Too often And so like The forbidden fruit
Only human after all I just want to be heard By more than inner-monologuing With existences absurd I’m just desire courting madness
We poets are teachers The artists, the leaders The dreamers, the weavers Of minds of the infinite Wisdom conceivers
Every season needs to seize the sun, for the seeds to soar. See, seeping in the sun even when sore, to see what the seas are sure it saw, helps the heart harvest faith and fate so the future blooms in every season.
By Jasmine Cates5 years ago in Poets
I just really want to go home, I am exhausted Back to the green land I grew up, I miss it Hug my dad again, Damn I miss him
By Harydo Neon5 years ago in Poets
Just a funky punk monkey Still hunkering down In a bunker Like nuclear waste Underground In debunking Dysfunctional
I reek of sleeplessness if such a thing has a smell it is funny when I think back to the days when I could sleep whenever I wanted and there were
By Rowan Finley 5 years ago in Poets
All weapons of the fates you've sealed Are no match for this pen I wield The power to articulate Ticking rhyme bombs
Start writing...Slave to a cause, Beholden to thee Always seeking, searching & working for your source And addicts are ten a penny, so many variation, form, shape
By Esmee Ball5 years ago in Poets
PUT ON A FRONT, but mak a prologue, make a this a keepsake, if youj don't make one page, they say you're lost. I want more: a preface.
By Andrea the Greatest5 years ago in Poets
