slam poetry

Slam poetry: that magical mix of rhythm and rhyme.

Yours Truly, Scammed
They were so desperate, that they fell in love with the scammers. They didn’t care that they were being lied to, because at least, it was company anyway.
By Rowan Finley 29 days ago in Poets
Scorched Tongue
Burned My tongue is scorched, not on hot coffee or French fries No, it was on You, until I torched your ass, your fucking fool
By Andrea Corwin 29 days ago in Poets
Burned By Ignorance
Burned By Ignorance ♨️📖🔥🧾🔥📖♨️️ Your Words Mean Nothing To Us We Will Burn Them Into Dust 🔥🧾🔥 You Really Fell For Our Pitch The Fire Left Nothing But Dust 🔥🧾🔥 We Always Just Ignore You You Fired Your Words As Gold Dust 🔥🧾🔥 You Seem To Think You've Talent Our Fire Burns You Into Dust 🔥🧾🔥 Of All The Words That You Wrote Our Burning Fire Turned To Dust 🔥🧾🔥 You Know Our Flame Will Burn You Leaving Burnt Ashes And Dust 🔥🧾🔥 You Might Think You Have A Chance Ash To Ashes, Dust To Dust ♨️📖🔥🧾🔥📖♨️️
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 29 days ago in Poets
Allow me to introduce myself! With a poetry! [I am the author]
I speak of spirit, soul, and flame, Of humanity’s quest, our endless aim. Religion, memory, stories untold, Poetry woven with truths, oh! so bold.
By C.M.29 days ago in Poets
Pure struck with a snowdrop and bit of a luck!
Pure as white, and gentle at sight, Luck descends in crimson shine. Upon the bloom, so small, so bright, Hope awakens in the morning light.
By C.M.29 days ago in Poets
And there was Light!
And there was light, Breaking the silence of endless night. Shadows fled, creation started its whirred, Hope was spoken, and life was bestowed!
By C.M.29 days ago in Poets
Hope for you
nobody wants your ugly ass I don’t know why you slander and call me names Don’t know you from a glass that your ways silhouettes with envy
By Erica Williams29 days ago in Poets
Chapter 4
I don't know if anxiety would knock again So much, I think, I still have to say It'll be two years today, insane But few things before I officially burn this page
By Harydo Neonabout a month ago in Poets
The 12 Days Of Christmas, I'm Truly Jamaican, And Also Perhaps A "Little" Original
1st Day...... Dear Santa, I must let you know that I tried this thing with the "Jamaican" people, I don't know, they seem to think I'm replacing you with something, or someone else - oh well... we should stick to the "Patrrage In A Pear Tree", we should...
By 365poetryabout a month ago in Poets
The Beauty of Breath
Passion warms my heart. I live for the art of life, the beauty of breath.
By Lizzy Roseabout a month ago in Poets
Will You Die Alone With Me
Life didn’t turn out the way I wanted My best decisions left me haunted With this idea that I was safer away from those that make me waver
By Jesse Leeabout a month ago in Poets
Fire
It ended The days of uni All ended The dying inside feeling The living outside sensation Sensation Sensation The fire The flames Of the passing time
By Maya Or Tzurabout a month ago in Poets