Slam poetry: that magical mix of rhythm and rhyme.
When they asked me where I was from, I responded Arkansas She said, you know that’s one of the poorest states But we were broke, not poor
By Jasmine Harris7 years ago in Poets
Who Knew… they have feelings? PINK, PINK PINK... sounds of the bullets array on the dresser Shhhhhhh… ”he better get on his knees alone”
A beautiful representation of an artistic creation unveiled before the eyes discovered a way for elevation frustrating it must have been
By Kenneth Davis7 years ago in Poets
I amazed as I continue my gaze in her direction/ Her astounding appearance parallel to perfection/ Angelic is my perception of her/
Stranger Things encountered A realm beyond the natural The absence of illumination The atramentous towers Over with uncanny revealing
The world is a comic book setting But non fictional Willson Fisk mimicks Daredevils in Hells Kitchen Flaws of the hero
THE BACHELOR LIFE My ex boyfriends got a boyfriend My ex boyfriends found a man My ex boyfriends got a boyfriend Who hates me, though he’s never met me
By kmcaulley7 years ago in Poets
Alone besides the raven Perched alongside the basin A Lamenting aspiration That's undoubtedly been shaken Fixated once but now purloined
Remember you are a blessing even with minions contesting regardless what they relay to you you just keep progressing negativity is a drug
Life always has something for us to learn. We spend so much time trying to figure out the lesson. I have been through a ton and still I feel like nothing.
By katrina Taylor7 years ago in Poets
I was used to the way they made me feel: Broken. Used. Worthless. A piece of meat that was to their liking for the night. For their convenience.
By Jasmin Rivas7 years ago in Poets
You saw the way I smiled at you as you looked at me, but never the way I flinched when I could hear the anger in your voice.
By Carrie Bowman7 years ago in Poets
