slam poetry

Slam poetry: that magical mix of rhythm and rhyme.

This Is Me
Again. I’ve let you win. Coming into my heart please don’t break it again. Every child needs their mom but where was mine? Lost to morphine or I guess another fucking line. I wish I knew what made you this way because maybe-
By Kaitlin Baker7 years ago in Poets
The Unguided Missile
The rocket, the missile Launched from the base Its intentions unclear Blasting high into the sky Towards a great unknown
By N/A7 years ago in Poets
I Get It
I get it. There's nothing I can really do, or say, to explain it. What I feel inside... these feelings I constantly hide...with fire within me.A product of my reaction to the environment that destroys me.
By ©I.M. "That Girl," Inure Muse7 years ago in Poets
Ode To: My Mirror
“Ode To: My Mirror” To the object that sees all of me Every lump and bump Scars, scratches, and bruises Your pristine appearance astounds me
By Miyah Henderson7 years ago in Poets
B.O.M.B.S
Goddamn, I’m a train wreck, car crash, pile up,Percocet, ripped jeans, wine stains, goodbyeI forget the last time I spoke to you withoutregret and trepidation digging holesthrough my gut, tongue, toes, knees, the wayI need you needy needy needy, I want our nosesto touch and speak to me in lyrics only I wouldknow – because you know me indelicatelylike coke and codeine exhumed from mytonsils every time I say your name withsecrecy or riddles that only you could solveliving in the poverty of your old age
By Seneca Basoalto7 years ago in Poets
The Monsters That Draw Near
The beasts walk down the path Seemingly unwavered, unopposed All those who attempt to stand in their path crumble to the ground
By N/A7 years ago in Poets
The Campground
The dying embers of originality Soon to be snuffed by the waters of rehashed content The new fire set ablaze by the short-lived sparks of passion
By N/A7 years ago in Poets
Set Me Free
You wanna be pretty You wanna be hot You wanna be smart And believe me, you're not You wanna be funny You wanna be kind
By Gabriela Coelho7 years ago in Poets
The Dark Silence
As she lay in the dark silence, Her thoughts run wild. They go back to the times, as a child, When she would run free When she would scream,
By Tiffany Hamilton7 years ago in Poets
Let It Begin with Me
Let me be an example in the chaos Let me be a voice in the silence Let me be a light in the darkness Let me be wisdom in the confusion
By Bianca Beauford7 years ago in Poets
What Makes You?
“What are little girls made of? Sugar and spice And everything nice That's what little girls are made of” I wasn’t made out of that.
By Braydon Andrews7 years ago in Poets
Polluted
Lies rise like tides, and the water fills the house. rushing to suffocate, the stairs lead to me. an oil paint sky above,
By abbey7 years ago in Poets