Slam poetry: that magical mix of rhythm and rhyme.
Saying whatever you have to, to get in between my thighs. You, pitiful creature. It doesn't have a face, your behavior.
By ©I.M. "That Girl," Inure Muse6 years ago in Poets
Pushin’ foreign cars, I’m a certified star When my pockets extra fat and my name is real large. Women throwin’ Bras under rain of heavy liquor,
By Tony6 years ago in Poets
The vampire at night, Such a fright, His delights, Give into his might; But not of strength, Of per-son-ality.
By A Darker Reality6 years ago in Poets
They don’t get what you’re trying to say, they don’t acknowledge what you feel, they don’t listen to what they’ve heard.
By Melanie Ernestina6 years ago in Poets
Do you know how it feels to be made fun of repeatedly? I do. To be made fun of for an extremely long period of time? I do.
By Young Poetic Queen6 years ago in Poets
Excuse me, you forgot to give back my heart. Did you forget you even had it? I remember clearly the day we exchanged gifts,
By Elizabeth Biz Diedrick6 years ago in Poets
If I had to use one word to describe my first love well... I couldn't. there is no way I could proclaim all the hurt
The end. I’ll start there and let time bend. In this cyclical cerebellum which divinity did send, We are living fast and slow in the dimensions of ‘when’.
By Catrina Linhard6 years ago in Poets
If you get offended when I say happiness is a choice, you are part of the problem. Many of us have met people at much less fortunate life situations,
By March or April everyone at school was begging for summer but not me I remember year after year I got judgmental stares
Over a year since our promise and you broke after so much progress. You ran to the blade tonight, like I ran to my claws
Unaffected. Unambiguously untied, from your bullshit. "Goodbye", former, self. Released, finally! No more, psychological captivity.
