slam poetry

Slam poetry: that magical mix of rhythm and rhyme.

Abrin B Clearway9 hours ago
Breathe
I remember when my lungs were clean, my brain understood how to properly control my voice, my mouth didn’t bumble and stumble over bunny-slope words, I knew what having a friend meant. My joints were ...
Sydney Davis10 hours ago
Letter to My Former Bully
I never asked for you to hurt me. I never asked for you to throw my name around like trash so that everyone knew that I was vulnerable to your words. I never asked for you to seek me out in a sea of p...
alexa petrie12 hours ago
How To Tell Your Mom You Don't Want to Be Alone
"I don't want to be alone, mom." That's what you should say. It's what you could say. It's what you would say if your mouth formed the syllables. If your tongue felt your mind and its thoughts how it ...
Abrin B Clearway13 hours ago
Friday Drive
I’m looking for things I’ve never seen. Basketball goals stand far, far away from the Buick, and backyard-mountains seem much more inconvenient than what I initially thought. Twice, I get that roller-...
The Day
As the time dwells down my heart beats faster. My breath becomes shallow and my nerves skyrocket. Questions fill my thoughts. Will today be the day? The day I no longer have to change to please you. T...
Material Possessions
You bought my friendship with material items. You filled my home with clutter. Your gestures were nice at first. Then I saw you had no heart. You were using these items to tempt and control me. You us...
Mirror Talk
I hate, oh I hate making things such as this. Where the goal is to put myself in a box. Under some artistic lenses, I must then pretend that the image itself doesn’t make me sick. And no- I’ll say it ...
Destiny Moorea day ago
He Doesn’t Know He Loves Me
He still doesn't know I love him.. he doesn't know I still think about the day we met he doesn't know i made a promise to myself never to love him like i did before. well it's safe to say i broke my p...
Kelsey Forjan2 days ago
Walker World
What do you feel when you touch her hands? nothing I answered, physically I have never felt them, Because when I touch her I don’t feel her hands, I feel her beyond her thoughts, I feel her essence, h...
Latoia Dunn3 days ago
Deeper Than Rap
Dear black rap artist's of the game yes you the ones who sold your souls to inherit the fortune and fame You the ones whose lyrics are so toxic that it injects poison into my people's brain as you con...
Scott Reynolds7 days ago
Antisocial
It’s Friday night, It’s Friday night, My mate’s convinced me to go out for a pint, The beer is piss and the music’s shite, Headlights from a cab point at me from outside, I’m blinded by the light. The...
Ellie Belmonte8 days ago
I'm a Whore
hi, I’m a whore but no, sex will never boost my self esteem as I constantly slope deeper into depression just because you think its my profession to have a boy in my face having to look at his express...
Ashley Van Eck9 days ago
Ace Over King
You say you're a fighter, Never to back down. You say you're the alpha male, Standing above all. You say you're Superman, Fearless and indestructible. Well you should know, I'm a fighter too And don't...
Serrena Gragg10 days ago
18 Years Later
18 years later, you try again. You come back in my life, Trying to make amends. With one simple sweep, I let you in. Though I know in my heart, That You’ll leave again. You gave me life, But you leave...
Driany Galvao10 days ago
Hidden in Paper
Origami is what I call my poetry. Because it is mountain fold, valley fold hidden in paper. In every dotted i and crossed t there is a story, many of which are yet to be discovered. I pray I am given ...
Homebody Hippy11 days ago
The Angry Black Girl
No, you cannot touch my hair, No, you cannot stare, I am not an animal in a zoo, But I’m often mistaken as one by you Mistaken as that loud, sassy, nappy haired black girl over there, Be quiet, straig...
niki majchalajdu14 days ago
Human Zoo
A dance of pink flamingo on a rope. Preposterous? Daw solving a math problem, Rabbit reading metaphysical books, Mouse boiling exquisite dishes, Butterfly painting on canvas, Giraffe walking the catwa...
Kourtney Risher15 days ago
Dreams of the Rambling Mind
I. Consciousness and logic swim through the endless void, disconnected through disjointed synapses and chemical imbalances. The record plays, but the song skips a few notes. I want to be a rock singer...