slam poetry
Slam poetry: that magical mix of rhythm and rhyme.
You're right...
Ok, you're right. I'm aware that I'm beautiful.Yes, my buttocks are firm, like an apple, and my titties are supple.I guarantee I can slip and slide all day on that shit and make the earth rumble.Granted, I know I am a challenge, sometimes, and occasionally grumble. I have survived some pretty fucked up rumbles and still, live to write poetically about it and not stumble.
By ©I.M. "That Girl," Inure Muse6 years ago in Poets
DayBreak
In the midst of this street to be, inside by my car. And, so free by my engine. That’s just to say, that it’s a good intention. At this invention of looking that way, she is my connection. And for a minute at this direction up above, and I see a glare. I’m soon to be physically, intact at my seat. Can I crawl out from under my feet, and I’m free to test my invention. The daybreak is at this stop, and up on top she stares down. And the light shines in my direction to steer to her perfection. Go that way I am near my injection. Because under the assistance of the stick could be a way to see I can crawl out my window, going to repeat over, and over again. Start my engine, it’s at this street and warm sweet. She is, under my skin. As she has taken it in. Climb out to be free tingles inside of me. Sober, living it up, at the stop, and go though, as it’s in my interest to be seduced. She is introducing my engine. Stop and go in that direction to feel the beat behind the seat. Baby buggy bumper in a rare occasion outside to the stop sign and time to stop the motor, extra hard core. Move over, rover and let he wheels take over. Beyond in thaw meat. Slider pitching a strike, hot dog!
By Paul Noel Cimino6 years ago in Poets
System of The Rhythm & things..
Money, money bills,bills & more bills than money That crystal bitch getting up in my face again - this world keeps on chewing me up just to spit me out. If you know you know but if you know where you should be and your not well you better get moving. Moving on and moving on up, step aside & get the fuck out of here!
By SundaySally 6 years ago in Poets
Childhood Time-lapse
Preface: I moved away from Washington when I was 10 years old and resided in four other locations before returning at age 29. This situation combined with my emotional attachment to the following quote laid the foundation for my poem of experiencing the childhood I never had.
By Vonawesome 6 years ago in Poets
I knew this guy once...
I knew a man who I loved once (and love still). An Adonis with dark eyes, dark thoughts, with a warm heart. I fell in love with the way his spirit romanticized my soul from the beginning. We played around with our hearts forgotten and frayed in a frivolous kind of situation.
By ©I.M. "That Girl," Inure Muse6 years ago in Poets
