slam poetry

Slam poetry: that magical mix of rhythm and rhyme.

There was this one time...
I fell in love, with a brown-haired, summer rain; a twinkling, fountain of locs, with golden streaks of curly, waved, sunshine.
By ©I.M. "That Girl," Inure Muse5 years ago in Poets
crazy as hell
he is a world away his brain waves are wired different his rants incessant conver sations harken to the past he is firmly placed there
By Tracy Cooper5 years ago in Poets
God is Prozac
Fear Terror War Immorality, mortality, pain, violence, anger, indecision, void, space, creation, evolution, the meaning of life,
By The Rose5 years ago in Poets
Hounds of Disgust
Hounds of disgust The opposite of intriguing Feeling only nothing The face of deformity Cannot stand its own complexity
By Spencer funk5 years ago in Poets
blktruman
fear cases timing tracking geneva convention identity stalking issues webpage the power of suggestion unauthorized testing multiindustry treatise
By sam sira5 years ago in Poets
Occurencia
In my notes where thoughts are jot Where "i"s are dotted and "t"s are crossed Where I bring myself to court and act as my own judge
By Harydo Neon5 years ago in Poets
pōət
I am a poet. A breeze of emotions. Nothing but words, feelings, and expressions, drip, from my eyes, like tears. Sometimes, I even feel like, I've wasted, some of my best years. God! I wasted my love, on the dead, and let the lies of false lovers, fill my pretty head.
By ©I.M. "That Girl," Inure Muse5 years ago in Poets
Deep
A life of eternity I'd spend, I'd love, live and breathe with you Fucking you senseless, endless, toes curling Look into your eyes tell you I love you all while sliding down so you know it's true
By Zahrah Blom5 years ago in Poets
I Kiss The Sky
I kiss the sky With ignited pain Smoldering in the embers Of the 22 year war The pages Hiss in defiance And a raging imp
By Jupiter Bennett5 years ago in Poets
Positive
Men come and go; a tide of endless foam. Always left wanting, yearning, a release never enough But his release is still damp and I’m not alone.
By Gay Writing Quill5 years ago in Poets
1,000 poem for cash
i stole that title from someone i stole the name from two people really. everyone sells out eventually. wait till i get mine they think.
By tucker sampson5 years ago in Poets
The Electricity Box Down The Street
I grew up, in a house, in a town. Where the most dangerous thing around, was the electricity box down the street.
By Harry Kalvin5 years ago in Poets