Slam poetry: that magical mix of rhythm and rhyme.
I’m stuck in this place, No one to save me. Why do you do this? Torment, abuse, bully, There’s barely anything left of me.
By India Dillon9 years ago in Poets
14. A week before 15. I remember getting off that number 7 city bus Not knowing what the future held as I walked down that black concrete street.
By Sasha-Brianne McClain9 years ago in Poets
Apart, apart, apart ... Apart This is the heart That is now apart It was once a whole When it all start But now that's done
By Jolie Kone9 years ago in Poets
I won't listen to the propaganda, I won't let them take control I will stand for what I believe in For the goodness of my soul
By Jess Ganhaõ9 years ago in Poets
Unhampered velocity, flow of continuity Selected autonomy, explore your philosophy Treaded geography, to grasp empathically
By Geraldine Taylor9 years ago in Poets
Slam poetry isn't easy, and in most cases, it's insanely intimidating to try out. But, if you are a poet at heart, you can't help yourself from giving it a shot.
By Skunk Uzeki9 years ago in Poets
