slam poetry

Slam poetry: that magical mix of rhythm and rhyme.

The Urging Worm
Worms, worms, worms turns the flesh I heard, absurd. The merge of earth and carrion. Like church, the dirt of everyone, I did not slur, nor stutter.
By Daniel Zuller7 years ago in Poets
We Three Brothers
We three brothers went separate ways Through life we plunged, sifting through the maze One of us, led to instruct youthful minds
By Rowan Finley 7 years ago in Poets
Exhaustion
A way of your body deciding That it’s tired of the Abuse The stretching of hours The confusion of trying to do this thing called survive.
By Arielle Geiwitz7 years ago in Poets
Gender Lust
How boys love: He left pieces of her laid out on his mother's carpet. Like the last toys he forgot to clean up before supper.
By ShondaWho7 years ago in Poets
7 Sins
Gluttony: Disgustingly, you feed and feed, stuffing your face. Eating it all, not a crumb or trace of it, this love of food you stuff it down your throat. Down your guilt, an angel you were, now a slug, for now, your gluttony has made you fat. Your wings can’t flap under your weight of lard and grease.
By V-Ink Stories7 years ago in Poets
Restless
“You need to heal.” Yeah, but I can barely deal. I can’t just write it out, pack it up in an envelope and send it off with a seal.
By Sara Anima7 years ago in Poets
Doctor, Dear Doctor
Doctor, Dear Doctor Don't pretend like you know it all Doctor, Dear Doctor I am a person, not a rag doll Doctor, Dear Doctor
By Rowan Finley 7 years ago in Poets
My Wind Cometh
I'm watching the skies, knowing that a wind is making it's way to pick up my sails and progress my journey. See it's only a matter of time, so time doesn't really matter, as I wait and watch the skies for signs of this wind of mine, who is at this very moment pushing at great speeds, and moving with great force to arrive at the very point where he knows that I wait and watch the skies for his approach. Where he and I will begin our terrific voyage.
By Lindelani Mnisi7 years ago in Poets
Materialistic
Since when were wishes so materialistic, our ideal picture of happiness no longer "me," now it's "my?" We've upgraded the concept of happy you see:
By Lindelani Mnisi7 years ago in Poets
A Love Letter to All of Those Who Left Their Knives in My Back
I once held you high, Put you on top of clouds, Let you have trophies, medals, and roses. I let you have so much, So much I will never get back.
By Sierra Lynn7 years ago in Poets
Naked Skin
I shall not be apologetic For you've objectified me Before you got to know me With piercing eyes Undressing my flaws You've observing my skin
By Rowen Motley7 years ago in Poets
Hey... I Promise
I will never let them: be it another woman... or a man,take advantage of you. Use your heart, soul and body to abuse you. Hey... I promise.I will Neverbelieve another lie, or, "I love you"...
By ©I.M. "That Girl," Inure Muse7 years ago in Poets