slam poetry

Slam poetry: that magical mix of rhythm and rhyme.

Some relationships just...
Spent a lot of time dreaming about better days... And... with each bitter day, I... find myself drowning in my own anxiousness
By Min Kim6 years ago in Poets
Meditation
People try to stop Us, that’s that Desperation, Working Everyday, that’s Dedication, Knew I was Great when I didn’t have a Dollar to spend, I’m out here Grindin’ my friend,
By Diamond Dreams Movement6 years ago in Poets
Action Electric
Tired of this plane I’m gonna make my own noise Gonna be on the late show Featuring my life video It’s shocking It’s electric
By Bazooka Teaches6 years ago in Poets
Dear someone we like to hate...
She stood tall on the podium, your elected eyes on her: "You have stolen my dreams and my childhood with your empty words", she wept.
By IamMiha6 years ago in Poets
seen
how determined you are to teach me not to express myself. the way you've learned your whole life. to keep me seen and not heard.
By ashley brunet6 years ago in Poets
Distorted Thoughts
Hi, My name is Courtney and I have Bipolar Disorder. There has been a war going on inside of me for the last few weeks, I’ve been going back and forth trying to decide if I should post this video or not, because of how hearing it breaks my heart.
By Courtney McCarthy6 years ago in Poets
You don't hear me
You're yelling so I'm yelling. I honestly don't know who started yelling first, But I'm yelling. And somehow you're still not hearing me,
By Luna Aura6 years ago in Poets
Tokyo
Tokyo Night lights Mosquito bites Big cites And beautiful sights In this foreign land I struggle to understand
By Tokyo Lights 6 years ago in Poets
Crescent Moons and Skylines
snap the sound of elastic every time I snap to keep the natural enemy of my fingertips at bay addicted we're all addicted to something
By Elizabeth Biz Diedrick6 years ago in Poets
thee art
Thee art of being black, thee art of fighting back there is no art, just good consequence for years of forced silence.
By Ruhani Khadijah6 years ago in Poets
Beast
Beautiful eyes turn brighter. But not because of a makeup artist. Nature starts to fight her.
By The Girl in Grey6 years ago in Poets
Gun to Head
My heart starts pounding the moment her scream rings through the hall and I shove through a crowd of evils but the girls are already being separated.
By Elizabeth Biz Diedrick6 years ago in Poets