slam poetry

Slam poetry: that magical mix of rhythm and rhyme.

Righteous
When I still believed in you I felt my spirit moved and tormented by you, My knees greeted the floor like an old friend in that dark room,
By Maddie Almquist6 years ago in Poets
I guess,
I guess, in a way, it was easier to make me feel like I didn't exist inside. That in some way, it was more efficient to break down emotionally and hide behind trauma and rage. More comfortable to break my spirit and tell me I'm a whore (and worthless) to my face. And, in the same breath, expect my heart to embrace your word-like razor blades.
By ©I.M. "That Girl," Inure Muse6 years ago in Poets
Ice Cream Seller
On a hot summer day, An ice-cream seller stood outside a college located in outskirts of a village, His intentions were to sell ice-cream and give relief to students from scorching heat,
By Shweta 6 years ago in Poets
So Done
You thought you had me in your grip You were blinded by your ego-trip You're "not done breaking me" You cackled with demonic glee
By Kathryn Kingsley6 years ago in Poets
Spiritual Strength
I felt that if I wrote how I feel It would look as if My heart would survive On paper. Until I noticed I was Writing In red ink --
By The Vivid Dreamer6 years ago in Poets
Stay Schemin’
Snakes in the grass, creeping through your past, working to make you feel them in the present day, stay schemin’, they got no feels of positivity,
By Diamond Dreams Movement6 years ago in Poets
Soul Food
Sunday dinners were always top notch, whether it was dinner cooked by mama or the church, from South Jersey, but the women in the kitchen cooked like they were from the dirty south,
By Diamond Dreams Movement6 years ago in Poets
Their Story
I watch them over there. Silently from my window. Their movements are predictable, in and out, a cigarette, a wave at some passer-by.
By Trudi Jane6 years ago in Poets
Writing a poem is like a sword fight
You are trying to figure out if you still have what it takes, to leave your soul in every word. To paint the perfect picture with a shortage of supplies
By Leslie Hernandez6 years ago in Poets
Party Trick
'A party trick you’d say when you stuck pins through a layer of skin upon your pale finger tips wrinkled and torn red and raw
By Abigail Quigley6 years ago in Poets
Exercise is like Tantra Sex
Exercise is like Tantric Sex. You don’t over exert yourself at first..You tease yourself, with an enticing..sweaty, time.
By Gina Zwenger6 years ago in Poets
N*ggas Cry Too
I call them for help But they won’t listen It’s not a white thing I always say We can get it too You’re just doing it for attention
By Pinkkkblade 6 years ago in Poets