slam poetry

Slam poetry: that magical mix of rhythm and rhyme.

Cassie Perry11 hours ago
Family Demise
Bloodline lies thicker than layers of dirt, Spouting comforters to cover up the truth, They say water erodes, Yet restores the circle, Today papers and artwork with water stained memories were discove...
MCBerthaG Divinity11 hours ago
Breathe In
So this is what it's been all about Bertha G? It's been about you wanting to come out and see? To swim in the rivers and sit among trees? You evil bitch! How dare you play with me I've been in pain is...
Kenneth Davis11 hours ago
Wishlist
If goodness is a weakness Then hatred a better attribute, A Narcissistic feature The only language this world computes Automaton in various colors They're manufactured, Tin men with heartless intentio...
Kenneth Davis14 hours ago
Great Things
See I'm destined for great things And I believe it wholeheartedly Or else I'd never grasp The writing a part of me A blessing, to some a gift Or rather, it is a curse It's the first thing that I turn ...
hannah irelan6 days ago
Home
Memories: They flee her mind, But they sit like boulders in her chest. She’s waited 18 years for this moment. 18 years long years spent reading textbooks about everything from The anatomy of the human...
Jasmin Rivas10 days ago
I'm Not Un-Fine Anymore
Why are you depressed? You have no reason to be. You have a home. You have food, and you have me. You have a father and siblings and a million reasons to be happy. So why make me bitter with your tear...
Lauren Day11 days ago
I Wish I Could Be Twenty Something // Salt Wounds+Midnight Blues
I wish I could be twenty something so I could be the right girl for you. Twenty two; the same age and be the white girlfriend with the nose ring. Tattoos that she's had since you both graduated in wha...
LaNesha Stile11 days ago
Truth
Do not doubt what I know that I am about. Nothing will bring frustration to my soul than pain. It's truth that pain will start my gain. No fixing is what I want, for it must adapt to a hurtful soul. W...
Lynx Ryder12 days ago
Two-way Mirror
It must be fun. The act you play. You see social media these days lets you portray whatever false pretense you wish to present. You aren’t like the others right? You respect women. A feminist even. Oh...
Kourtney Risher13 days ago
It Crawls
It crawls out of the darkness and gazes at you with its dead white eyes. It licks its lips and grins at you with razor-sharp teeth. It sneaks up on you when you're content with yourself. It cackles at...
You're Under My Skin Again
The feeling I get when you’re Pressed up against me is like When you burn yourself on Purpose; the first few seconds Feel amazing, the sizzle of skin, The incredible smell of burning and flint and lig...
Cannonball Chrysalis
Some nights I still stare out of my Window from halfway across my Room, the worn down carpet still Imprinted with the soles of two pairs Of feet, and I could almost feel myself Sink into and drown in ...
Katelyn K13 days ago
Fire
I can feel it. Inside my body, like a pit in my stomach. What is it? It grows bigger, upward up my spine and across my shoulder blades and somehow at the same time it infects my chest. Yet still it is...
Dessy Marie13 days ago
Six-Years-Old
I remember being 6-years-old and sharing not only a room, but a bed with my mother. Spending the cold winter nights in her dark warm arms. Listening to her harsh yet soothing snore in spring. Falling ...
Sharon J Sanford14 days ago
Her
Her sun kissed skin smelled of daisies and vanilla perfume; her hair, threads of brown sugar silk; her lips, made of honey and milk; her eyes, evergreen trees and autumn leaves. She scratched every na...
Sharon J Sanford14 days ago
Enough
I’ve scaled tall trees for their nectar, some more bitter than sweet. The fruit of some more rewarding than others, but to know the taste, to know its dance across my tongue, that would be enough for ...
Lost in Vocalization
Warning! If you are close to the one you love this poem may excite you to nymphomania. If you are taking any drugs that alter the senses, it is advised to wait three days as this poem is so hot it may...
Anna O'Neill15 days ago
Nights Like These
My room is cold as the ink spills from my pen to the floor, creating colours and shapes that never existed before this night started to go downhill so fast you'd swear it was an inverted incline. Melo...