Slam poetry: that magical mix of rhythm and rhyme.
Missing the obsession of scribbling my own name. Missing to impress myself Missing all the times worrying about me problems
By Alicia Wright8 years ago in Poets
You always hear things like "Daddy's little girl" To be his girl, I'd guess you'd need a daddy in the equation. Like 2+2x3+6/1=18
By Renee McGowen8 years ago in Poets
Describing my depression to you is as impossible as for one buried alive to lift his gravestone. Everything you say rings like the church bell when it strikes 12, carries the stench of failure.
Theres a thing called free will: The ability to act at one’s own discretion. But every movement Requires introspection
By Scarlen Severino8 years ago in Poets
Testing 1, 2, 3 I know its been awhile since I written somethin the devil been down my back breedin somethin I go down the road lookin for somethin
By Val Moore8 years ago in Poets
I crave soul sex, I need to taste your thought process, your intellect I must undress, your vibrations I will caress, our connection I'm obliged to repossess,
By vibrant introvert8 years ago in Poets
Somehow I must have made you mad, Or is this the consequence, if I made you sad, Because your main mission is to hurt me bad
By Melanie Burke8 years ago in Poets
Dead prime ministers Reigns of hate continue to rain Civilisation on the edge of cannibalism Disaster preaches the age of calamity
By Ògún Poeticking8 years ago in Poets
Bodies in the fucking trunk I don’t give a fuck about a motherfucker Calling cops// I just want the drugs I just want the guns
By Demon Cash8 years ago in Poets
Is that all you have to say? I hear people talking about this, that, and the third! Reciting meaningless words reserved as something of worth.
By Benjamin Small8 years ago in Poets
Black man running; Shoot him in his stomach. MLA format the chalk around his carcass. Pray to Odin Pray for war, now.
you speak words made out of knives, nothing left in me to wants to survive. every time we talk, it's nothing more than your despise. I try to reach the surface, but you keep my head underwater.
By Nikquania Gamble8 years ago in Poets
