slam poetry

Slam poetry: that magical mix of rhythm and rhyme.

I Wish
I will always wish that I could paint your favourite picture on the sky, or that I could rearrange the stars at night to shape them into the constellation that you have tattooed behind your ear. I wish that I could take all the bad from your life and suck it inside my veins so I wouldn't have to fear seeing you leave my life because of the demons that haunt your mind. I wish I could enter your heart and form a cage around it, so that it would never stop beating as no one will ever be able to punch through it. I wish I could take the bottle of stress away from your lips and instead drink it all as I hold your hand to keep you from falling apart down the cascade of solitude. I wish I could feel no pain but yours as I soak it in through a kiss, so you wouldn't have to agonize anymore.
By Dakota Bennett9 years ago in Poets
High Note
on a high note looking so micro say she don't swallow so i got stuck in her throat i'm just tryna stay afloat have you read what i wrote
By jas .9 years ago in Poets
For Instance
what if when the Devil was cast out- the pain of separation was too much to bear, broken into infinite pieces and placed
By Ron Walker9 years ago in Poets
Refuted Reasoning
I once was called one of God's favourite children Lighting up an influence of energy within my cut and bruised skin Looking within bringing the reign and fight back to the surface of the battle grounds that once we're tall buildings; filled with dreams and future lives, just waiting to be lived.
By Miss Riddle9 years ago in Poets
No Wrong Way to Do Right
There's no wrong way to do right I know that sometimes we look at our lives And think that there's no end to our pain in sight
By Romeo Curley9 years ago in Poets
Always Thinking
This is for the over thinkers The ones that can think themselves into a bad mood The one that think, think, and think until they realized they're screwed
By Romeo Curley9 years ago in Poets
Always Thinking
This is for the over thinkers The ones that can think themselves into a bad mood The ones that think, think, and think until they realized they're screwed
By Romeo Curley9 years ago in Poets
Breakdown
Let's see how things played out, you treated me like I was a joke. My ex threatened me, mistreated and abused me, Slit his throat in front of me.
By Crystal Korpan9 years ago in Poets
Alone is Safety
I can only feel real when I'm alone. I am only here once everyone has gone. And they do leave. Very few can see me through
By Rachel Loney9 years ago in Poets
Ecliptic Sunset
Away afar a faintly glimmering star is all that you may know of a king who courted your dark angles in rings of a limitless sky. When the umbrella of sparks flushed your shimmering eyes, the waves of constraint flashed deep consensus cries. I grasp the thin friction burning metal wire, pulling for you and losing. There is a phonetic deep cloud crisp with the thick dark oil blackness enthralled in a combined emptiness that penetrates the circling forces around you. We tap dance on the edge of torment with unconscious blow darts, where rose petals open with moisture in the wind. The winds ripping to pieces all the reserve you ever defended and the thorns holding you in place tempting you to move against them. Gleaming in the depths of your eyes the fire burns, your dark angles rise.
By stuart9 years ago in Poets
Inside
I stood inside your negligent stare and watched as your eyes rolled up into your sarcastically closed lids. The smirk that rolled up into the corners of your mouth spoke louder than any words you could have chosen. I felt the stones stacking just beneath my skin. I listened to every word you laced with abusive tones and aggressive snipes. I could feel distance spreading, but nothing moved. I watched your face crumble in anger, and seer through me from some pent up past rage. I began to feel an odd grief lingering in wait just beneath the stones. I searched every bit of information that I had, and prayed to find a way to disarm any hostility, but nothing seemed to be able to stop the numbing, cold insulation that was gathering around us. Somewhere, something couldn't, or wouldn't be said, and now it had festered into some intimate infection that threatened everything that bound us together...
By Ashley Harper9 years ago in Poets
#AnotherHashtag
I wonder if when you label me another victim whose hashtag attached to my name was symbolic to being ignored or compared me to that random woman who had a random name if you for once will ever have enough sense to search deeper than those bold printed words to see a woman who has faced oppression and severe pain
By Latoia Dunn9 years ago in Poets