slam poetry

Slam poetry: that magical mix of rhythm and rhyme.

Free
I’m tired of pretending I’m tired of pleasing My thoughts are bout to start releasing Out of this chaotic mind Not even being dramatic it's making me blind
By Poetic Glory7 years ago in Poets
In to the Nothing
Internal nano meltdown, micro machines gone Maximum overdrive over this mental hardscape. Build'Em up just to tear it all down to its smallest compound. In and out of phase, phantom breakbeat quirks. Feeling there not there, nowhere and everywhere at once... the beat goes on. The Bleep is gone, foreign places without traces, blank faces in the blink of an eye.
By Donovan Leclair7 years ago in Poets
Weak and Angry
I just want to be mad. I want to scream, Punch, Bite, I swear I'll fight but I'm tired. I just want to smile. But I'm weak from the days behind me.
By Serrena Gragg7 years ago in Poets
Fooled Around...
I fooled around and fell infatuated for something that wasn't real; a musician I met through a mutual friend. Who was mainly there for the cops and feels.
By ©I.M. "That Girl," Inure Muse7 years ago in Poets
To Be PC
I know how to be politically correct I just choose not to be. All these obvious niceties That light their face up so sadly;
By Joshua Lino-da Costa7 years ago in Poets
One Request
Have you always been a bitch all your life? Don’t look behind I’m talking to you! To the one with no mind Just two bags of milk
By Joshua Lino-da Costa7 years ago in Poets
Real
I said something real once. I said something real once, And people liked it. I said something real once, And people liked it,
By Violet P. Davies7 years ago in Poets
Knifed
I’ve got a pain in my back From where I got stabbed By an insolent creature That did nothing but nag Me about how great he was
By Joshua Lino-da Costa7 years ago in Poets
Power of Penmanship
Everyone is born with a voice. Some escape through the mouth with ease Without a need for serpentine and struggle. Others have voices shoved back to the heart
By Monique Star7 years ago in Poets
Change
The wailing of the heart are ones you can not hear Gone with the pain suffered from knowing, When you are so thick with emotion
By Sarah Williams7 years ago in Poets
Hero
If I was a superhero I wish only for something simple a messenger to say "don't give up" before the blade goes too deep before the foot steps over the edge
By Elizabeth Biz Diedrick7 years ago in Poets
My Name
People have always made a game Out of my pretty name, Calling me everything but Who it is that I am. Sometimes I get quite frustrated
By Serrena Gragg7 years ago in Poets