slam poetry

Slam poetry: that magical mix of rhythm and rhyme.

Inure Muse16 hours 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...
Heidi Jann Jones21 hours ago
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 Simpson2 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...
Candice Rose2 days ago
A Piece of Perception
I had no purpose, life had no meaning. I wanted to end this life I’d been leading. Oh God, that perception… I’ve learned you don’t quite know what someone’s going through, until you really listen. And...
Laura Bernas4 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 4 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 Lynn5 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 Hundley5 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 Akadinma6 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 Talauega7 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 Bermudez7 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 Horling8 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...
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 weiss9 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...
alexis weiss10 days ago
New Religion
I used to never wear a helmet or protective padding my mother could put it on me, but I would strip it right off because I thought I was invincible until I saw lightning strike my own backyard during ...
Charlie Adeola11 days ago
Day and Night
Sometimes Alone and alienated But look what God created In the East a sunset Wheres all the regret I searched for an answer I was the question But out of the trillions of stars in the sky After questi...
Christopher Sims11 days ago
Applaud the Poet
Applaud The poet. Applaud his blood, sweat, tears. Applaud his twenty-one Years of writing, performing, expressing, traveling, unraveling the reason behind his rhyme. Applaud The poet. Applaud his min...