slam poetry

Slam poetry: that magical mix of rhythm and rhyme.

-A.N.L a day ago
Open Eyes.
Not all wars happen on battlefields. They happen in our head, In the dead of the night or break of day. Each thought a minefield, Wrong step and you're dead. They happen in our homes, Sneaking up on y...
Neon Odyrah2 days ago
Lost
What? What are you searching for? What do you live for? What do you think is important for you? Lost Lost in what is important Lost in this illusion we ourselves created Lost in these things that real...
Neon Odyrah2 days ago
May-Be
Maybe I am lost, maybe I am found Maybe I am 100 feet under the ground Maybe I am weak, maybe I am lazy Maybe I am filled with thoughts that drive me crazy Maybe I will be better at the end Maybe all ...
Jewell Coleman2 days ago
They Always Sleep on the Good Quiet Girls
I’m not your average teenager. I didn’t have a date when I went to prom. I took my sister instead... both times. I was a very stand-offish individual that felt more comfortable in solitude than with o...
Inure Muse3 days ago
I'm Caught...
I am caught, Caught in my minds’ eye in some wondrous place. No one but me and the clouds, I soar to some, fantastical, unfathomable realm reality departs without a trace... And I am instantly sensualized by the way it holds me. I close my eyes false ecstacy; relieves me... And yet somehow, in my mind’s eye, deep in some forbidden vault, Lay a reckless, soul, a ravishing, raving, lunatic. Laughing wildly at life and its, Fucked up ways; its unusual sense of comic irony. And here I am Somehow I f...
Never Giving up
And then I said a Good lord what the front Can we not get just a little break a huh? Im a so confused Im a in the can a man Ain’t you gonna come and a help me a stand Cause a we have a problem and a I...
William Simpson4 days ago
Two Tales and a Gift
If life could begin again, I'd write a different poem One that would continue the story of a boy who grew up to be a man, to live a life a world apart from another tale which I am about to tell The bi...
Laura Bernas6 days ago
Shoutout
I spend all day stuck inside my home Thinkin’ up complex polyhedron straight off ‘a my dome. Foldin’ obvious origami Is for the iconoclastic Johnny, Who doesn’t understand Isolated truncated octahedra...
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Nicole 6 days ago
The Reaper's Toll
The figure arrives with mist and fog so quiet and gloomy, you know the figure in the mist is for you, it knows its job for when the final strand of sand has hit the reapers glass your life is his now....
Emma Lynn7 days ago
Beautiful or Just Subservient, I No Longer Know
I don’t know how to be normal be a man take a stand hold my own hand because you taught us that all we were good for was a little fun to sit in the sun never run always be pretty never gritty never a ...
Katie Hundley7 days ago
Human
My name? Why on earth do I need to tell you my name? I don't need to I don't want to! Okay, I may not know my name. I've gotten so caught up in who society wants me to be that I don't even know me. I ...
peace Akadinma8 days ago
The Black Woman
I am sitting next to my friend in the pizza shop. Listening to his rant about women. He tells me the girl he thinks is his wife She is not black I cheer him on Because love is love He goes I don’t wan...
Anya Talauega9 days ago
Shades of Discrimination
A world created in seven days, A world created in different ways. A world filled with bitterness, grief and pain, A world that is stereotypical, judgmental and arcane. The colour of nature forms a mar...
Zulma Bermudez9 days ago
Greener on the Other Side
The grass is greener on the other side If we live to multiply there wouldnt be a reason to die True gangsters dont run and hide And let shit slide Anger and rage is a whole other page People can hide ...
Brent Horling10 days ago
I Dream A Dream
I'm not as smart as I'd like to be Mechanical metal, piece of machinery But one day I'll be cured like a disease My body dead but my mind between the seam A happy thought, a happy ending Death is more...
Christopher Sims11 days ago
Movement Revolution
The movement is swift. A gift from the revolutions of Earth, the universe. A body hits The floor; gives birth to a new move, a new way to rotate, a new way to glide. It is exercise and art combined; a...
What are you gonna do?
what are you gonna do? hit me? go ahead, hit me. make me bleed. i know you want to. i know you see red instead of seeing me because you so awfully can't bear to see me for me, you wish i was dead. and...
alexis weiss11 days ago
Cracks in the Skywalk
the universe welcomes you to this moment with open arms; wants you to feel this moment, wants to feel this moment with you. whispers “seven billion heartbeats and i’m rooting for yours,” as the next g...