slam poetry

Slam poetry: that magical mix of rhythm and rhyme.

Crissy DXCII6 hours ago
The Slam Poetry
Much can be said about poetry. Structure, rhymes, and play on words. All part of the poetry directory. Much less than calling it direct to me. Directly relating to art. Let me articulate what I mean. ...
Crissy DXCII8 hours ago
Understand Why
Young yes. But, I understand many things in life. Like… relationships, taxes, money, health… Working class, and even being a wife. Some forget a wife is a human being. A wife is a human being consider...
Hiding Behind Bars
He saw his own shadow. It was a continuous reminder of his past. When he looked down, he saw his father, The one he never knew, but was resurrected by Malcolm’s autobiography. He saw the blackness lyi...
Crissy DXCIIa day ago
Burning Lies
Burning inside and it never comes out. I never let it. This is why you all think I am normal. In my head I'm a robot, a tick… Or maybe one of those girls. Or maybe one of those… You know, those fresh ...
Crissy DXCII2 days ago
I am Beautiful
He told me yes, I am beautiful I am as beautiful as God made me. I would look in the mirror counting, 1, 2 and 3 Eyes, nose, lips and skin all wonderful. Wonderfully created. I am happy to be. For the...
Michael Ross2 days ago
Strangers
We’re all just strangers Trapped in a world of dangers Put behind the pit of the street Just for the rhyme of a beat No, before we were seen And before our selfish lives was redeemed Where we all star...
Let Me Be Me
years have been spent, where no matter what my intent... the protective walls and barriers that once stood so tall...have become nothing left, but dust meant to fall. never learning how to think for m...
Thoughts Unedited...
i find myself pacing the house, almost like a cat sniffing a mouse... no actual goal in mind, just searching for peace to ease my never-ending mind... jumbled thoughts fill my brain, like 10,000 piece...
Kye Earley6 days ago
Residue
My seafoam hair comes out in clumps, tangled strands winding around my fingers every time I brush back my bangs or twirl dry and splitting curls. I am used to it now, dropping handfuls everywhere I go...
The Voices
All his doing is storytelling These voices in his head keep on yelling They only care about what he is wearing Not the stories he is telling From what's on his feet to what’s on his head They don’t kn...
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Ranad Ghalban7 days ago
Blank Canvas
They gave you a blank canvas one you were supposed to paint but they also gave you a label that we all don't appreciate society gave us a sign, to hold up to our face A mask that's trying to dictate o...
Ro See10 days ago
Ocean Waves
They started as smart remarks, which ever so quickly sparked into something more, outbursts he'd have no reasoning for. They were like ocean waves, calm and crashing, until they became a riptide I cou...
madigan tennity14 days ago
Youth
In this world, being young means being labeled as stupid and reckless, slut shaming girls who wear shorts and telling rape jokes is OK, loving someone of the same gender is wrong but discriminating ag...
Becca Desta17 days ago
The End of My Days
The end of my days will come from jumping off a cliff for you. But really you pushed me off. I know your twisted ways. Where a friend's a friend until you're done. You're the type of person that cuts ...
Helena Sparks17 days ago
Depression
You tell me you're my friend but you're really a coward, After everything you put me through and you got up and left. They say you can rely on your friends and family but all that's left is dust like ...
Lyndsie Jines18 days ago
Wandering Thoughts
She is a plant Not just any plant But the kind that, if you think she’s wilting Just give her a little water and sun —————————————————- She’ll sprout right back up As if nothing had e...
Cassandra Berice18 days ago
Anxiety
I've started to realize I spend more time contemplating my life with you I didn't even realize that I was actually spending time without you Living in my life through my hardships because I couldn't b...
Jessica Snow18 days ago
Home
Someone calls this place "home" When they return from being far away From the twisting, winding roads And the lights that flash at night. The same lights that reflect over the great lake, The lights t...