Slam poetry: that magical mix of rhythm and rhyme.
Another day I walk home; Alone in the dark All of my worries transpire from under the shadows, and reveal themselves My whole way home:
By Lyrical Adam8 years ago in Poets
Troubled past, dark shadows loom on the horizon like overcast I'm going back but not without letting go of what I've learned last
By Chris Johnson8 years ago in Poets
The things we believe at 17 especially when they come from cute boys with green eyes their words we get hypnotized. Knowing most likely at the end of the day they are just lies to get into our hearts and in between our thighs but at 17 you don't think.
By cheyenne 8 years ago in Poets
The hold you've had on me is one I will never understand This anxiety I feel is only instead my head and yet it has such power
By Jane8 years ago in Poets
A Word Wrong are our memories Telling us a dream was a reality That we were meant to be That we hadn’t ever fought
By Tiana Wolfe8 years ago in Poets
You found me sad. But what happiness, Does an outcast have? For baby, I’m a prisoner. A prisoner shackled, To iron bars,
By Chloe A 8 years ago in Poets
Every “charity case” I’ve ever met has been a fighter. And you? You’ve never had to fight for anything in your life. You’ve never fought for justice, one safe night, or the right to even exist.
By Kaya Terlaak8 years ago in Poets
What is it? Is it my natural hair, or my lighter complexion? Is it my more favorable features, or the curve of my figure? Is it the way my eyes light up, or the way my smile brings joy?
By Amy Reincarnated8 years ago in Poets
Sometimes I wonder. . . If the powerfulness of my mind is equal to the progressions of my thoughts. Which take over my soul and dig deep into the motions of my heart.
By Kiaysha Jackson8 years ago in Poets
Short end of the stick, man I’m so tired of this sh**! Ground breaking too quick, ain’t this about a blimp. They label everything; Go ahead and label this then!!
Pissed. That’s how I feel right now. Quite honestly, I can’t say why. It’s like the whole world crumbles because of a gnat.
By Bradley Levi8 years ago in Poets
She is sand Trapped in a glass Tilted this way and that By the hand of God She is water Trickling over rocks Built into an Earth
By Sarah Micetich8 years ago in Poets
