slam poetry

Slam poetry: that magical mix of rhythm and rhyme.

This Place
Being told to know your place In a world that still discriminates race This place It's a fucking disgrace The streets are lined with people with nowhere to go
By Jules .8 years ago in Poets
My Self-Image
I put on this self-image, Whenever I'm around, It's smart and superficial not showing inside the frown that grows, increasing at each moment.
By Therese Walsh8 years ago in Poets
Violent Eyes
Violent days have violent ends, and violent enemies, have violent friends. Violent friends have violent ties, and after that,
By Ellie Kleinatland8 years ago in Poets
I Am Kenneka Jenkins
As you read about me my story should be really disturbing cause I was only 19 when they took advantage of me and killed me
By Latoia Dunn8 years ago in Poets
Breathe
I remember when my lungs were clean, my brain understood how to properly control my voice, my mouth didn’t bumble and stumble over bunny-slope words,
By Abrin B Clearway8 years ago in Poets
Letter to My Former Bully
I never asked for you to hurt me. I never asked for you to throw my name around like trash so that everyone knew that I was vulnerable to your words.
By Sydney Davis8 years ago in Poets
How To Tell Your Mom You Don't Want to Be Alone
"I don't want to be alone, mom." That's what you should say. It's what you could say. It's what you would say if your mouth formed the syllables. If your tongue felt your mind and its thoughts how it should. If you could not look at her for long enough. If she could just see your body soaking and melting into the mattress like when you butter bread that's just gotten out of the oven; then she would know
By alexa p8 years ago in Poets
Friday Drive
I’m looking for things I’ve never seen. Basketball goals stand far, far away from the Buick, and backyard-mountains seem much more inconvenient
By Abrin B Clearway8 years ago in Poets
The Day
As the time dwells down my heart beats faster. My breath becomes shallow and my nerves skyrocket. Questions fill my thoughts. Will today be the day? The day I no longer have to change to please you. The day where I'm not wondering if you even care. The day I actually wish to see you and not dread it. Will today be that day?
By Lindsay Schmidt8 years ago in Poets
Material Possessions
You bought my friendship with material items. You filled my home with clutter. Your gestures were nice at first. Then I saw you had no heart.
By Amanda Zylstra8 years ago in Poets
Mirror Talk
I hate, oh I hate making things such as this. Where the goal is to put myself in a box. Under some artistic lenses, I must then pretend that the image itself
By Destiny Smith8 years ago in Poets
He Doesn’t Know He Loves Me
He still doesn't know I love him.. he doesn't know I still think about the day we met he doesn't know i made a promise to myself
By Destiny Moore8 years ago in Poets