slam poetry

Slam poetry: that magical mix of rhythm and rhyme.

I'm Caught...
I am caught,Caught in my minds’ eye in some wondrous place. No one but me and the clouds, I soar to some, fantastical, unfathomable realm reality departs without a trace...And I am instantly sensualized by the way it holds me.I close my eyes false ecstacy; relieves me...
By ©I.M. "That Girl," Inure Muse7 years ago in Poets
Never Giving up
And then I said a Good lord what the front Can we not get just a little break a huh? Im a so confused Im a in the can a man Ain’t you gonna come and a help me a stand Cause a we have a problem and a I have a plan to rid all the devilment across the land To free up yesterday from all of its sorrow Like A final beginning and we could breathe again tomorrow. So just a Lend me your hand so I can feel a your strength Cause I will never give this up No matter what the uh-hu length
By Heidi Jann Jones7 years ago in Poets
Two Tales and a Gift
If life could begin again, I'd write a different poem One that would continue the story of a boy who grew up to be a man, to live a life a world apart
By William Simpson7 years ago in Poets
The Reaper's Toll
The figure arrives with mist and fog so quiet and gloomy, you know the figure in the mist is for you, it knows its job for when the final strand of sand has hit the reapers glass your life is his now. The arrival tolls the bell three times I hope you saved to cover the cost of the ferris man, two gold coins should be enough to persuade to take across the River Styx of trapped souls he says watch out if you fall in there's no return there known to pull the certain ones in and trap them for all eternity, you can hear the screams of the uncertain ones but they can not be helped once you fall into the fog of uncertainty.your going to be trapped for all time that's the curse of the ferris man guide certain souls through uncertainty.
By Nicole7 years ago in Poets
Beautiful or Just Subservient, I No Longer Know
I don’t know how to be normal be a man take a stand hold my own hand because you taught us that all we were good for was
By Emma Lynn7 years ago in Poets
Human
My name? Why on earth do I need to tell you my name? I don't need to I don't want to! Okay, I may not know my name. I've gotten so caught up in who society wants me to be that I don't even know me.
By Katie Hundley7 years ago in Poets
The Black Woman
I am sitting next to my friend in the pizza shop. Listening to his rant about women. He tells me the girl he thinks is his wife
By peace Akadinma7 years ago in Poets
Greener on the Other Side
The grass is greener on the other side If we live to multiply there wouldnt be a reason to die True gangsters dont run and hide
By Zulma Bermudez7 years ago in Poets
I Dream A Dream
I'm not as smart as I'd like to be Mechanical metal, piece of machinery But one day I'll be cured like a disease My body dead but my mind between the seam
By Brent Horling7 years ago in Poets
Movement Revolution
The movementis swift. A giftfrom the revolutionsof Earth, the universe. A body hitsThe floor;gives birthto a new move,a new wayto rotate,a new wayto glide.It is exerciseand art combined;a body suspendedin time; no wayto press rewindas innovationand creativityhas been achieved.The dancers breathe,believe in who they are
By Christopher Sims7 years ago in Poets
What are you gonna do?
what are you gonna do? hit me? go ahead, hit me. make me bleed. i know you want to. i know you see red instead of seeing me because you so awfully can't bear to see me for me, you wish i was dead.
By Alys Farley-Pineau7 years ago in Poets
Cracks in the Skywalk
the universe welcomes you to this moment with open arms; wants you to feel this moment, wants to feel this moment with you. whispers
By alexis weiss7 years ago in Poets