slam poetry

Slam poetry: that magical mix of rhythm and rhyme.

I Think... I Did That
I'm 54 years old. Three kids, ages 15, 16, and 18. They are mean to me. They are entitled. I think... I did that. I am laying in bed thinking about the upcoming weekend.
By MJ Dunn7 years ago in Poets
Natty... Dread
Rise up, out of mental, oppression. There's no such thing as depression, just a jaded, "one-eyed-vision", responsible for the death, of the human spirit...
By ©I.M. "That Girl," Inure Muse7 years ago in Poets
Can't Carry This Weight
I keep a diary so that I can transfer some of this energy to the pages. It is too much for me to carry alone. Too heavy for me to hold.
By Crissy DXCII7 years ago in Poets
Sing Along to My Words
i bring you a tune of serenity, relax nerves i bring you truth clarity you seek, confused sing along to my words i bring you authenticity
By savage writer7 years ago in Poets
Two Sides in the Matter
On one wing I am flighty On the other wing I am mighty On one wing I know truth On the other wing I doubt too On one wing I live freely On the other wing I am bound
By Rowan Finley 7 years ago in Poets
American Standard
A Trojan peace settlement Ultra clean, disinfected, strange Dystopian Bleach filled Piss soaked metropolis Of the human creation
By Logan Mang7 years ago in Poets
Roofied Feelings
Roofied her thoughts into believing the transparency of his soul was pure their love then was premature still so young and immature
By Poetic Glory7 years ago in Poets
What You Never Knew
I have never met anyone in this world that makes my head spin quite like the way you do. You have the ability to turn my heart of stone into a melting puddle right when you walk through the door. But you wouldn't know any of that. Never would you know that when I see your face my heart skips a beat and just for a moment I forget how to breathe. You wouldn't know this because we never speak anymore.
By Amber Alisa 7 years ago in Poets
Tired
Tired, honestly I could repeat this again, I'm tired Tired of having to fake who I am Tired of trying to please those who I have around
By Harydo Neon7 years ago in Poets
Oui, Oui, See
Your majesty awaits to be seen and admired Was it love at first sight? Idols are beautiful, aren't they? Golden calves or metal towers, praise raised.
By Rowan Finley 7 years ago in Poets
Stay or Run Away?
Do not fear Do you see it's clear? Beware it holds a long history of broken dreams Who can this be? It doesn't let you flee
By Jhovanna Cova7 years ago in Poets
Mask of Thorns
Oasis Angel Friend Nearly a Lover You appeared to be all of these things But you were none. You told me (As you told many others)
By R. G. Reidburn7 years ago in Poets