slam poetry

Slam poetry: that magical mix of rhythm and rhyme.

Serene Landscape
Perhaps it wasn’t necessary Left with nothing only buried Pushing daisies, write obituaries Till his name is carried Off onto the loft
By Kenneth Davis7 years ago in Poets
Broken Flowers
there love among the flowers but some are deadly, looks can be deceiving and toxic a plenty but who wouldn't pluck the flower
By Kenneth Davis7 years ago in Poets
Purpose
My life it has a purpose No need for closed curtains Thats for certain Fuck the shitty people on this earth it's Ridiculous
By Kenneth Davis7 years ago in Poets
Time of the Season
This time of the season Where people give praises to Jesus All of a sudden Bliss is within my circumference What happens when the shade is removed
By Kenneth Davis7 years ago in Poets
Pretenders
there's the ones that care and so many that don't pretenders unaware that they're offenders could it be that they're ashamed
By Kenneth Davis7 years ago in Poets
Cold Winter World
i remember the first day i met her she was inspired by the lecture, presented by myself solely, with the intention of upliftin,
By Kenneth Davis7 years ago in Poets
Where Does It End?
Where does it end The hatred that we nestle in? Orchestrated, determining most situations We encounter in this borrowed life
By Kenneth Davis7 years ago in Poets
Pride
Pride is something I'm aware i should lose Often times it only leaves me even more than confused In the end, it only makes me even more of a fool
By Kenneth Davis7 years ago in Poets
The Real Me
What about the real me? The smart, vicious, mouthy girl no one wants to see? The girl who won’t sleep with you more than three times gotta rewind go back to a peaceful time, peace of mind.
By Kaya Terlaak7 years ago in Poets
Resurrection
I feel like I'm stuck in trenches while my friends around me are growing, taller than trees building barbed wire fences. Feeling so lonely I could die, or maybe I should get up and eat the last slice of pie because I eat my emotions the same way a crackhead gets high,
By Brianna Hernandez7 years ago in Poets
The Hive
Welcome to the Hive With more pricks than porcupines Derelicts abundance Don't associate with dormant minds Outside of mine
By Kenneth Davis7 years ago in Poets
Family Demise
Bloodline lies thicker than layers of dirt, Spouting comforters to cover up the truth, They say water erodes, Yet restores the circle,
By Cassie Perry7 years ago in Poets