slam poetry
Slam poetry: that magical mix of rhythm and rhyme.
No Such Roll
Images seared deep in mind knots, corruption leaks through, as company rots. I can see why she chose him, alcoholism for the dastardly win.
Rowan FinleyPublished about a month ago in PoetsBrown Girl, Brown Boy!
Broken homes and broken cities filled with violence and other victims. The compilation of revolution looks to the destruction of America the beautiful. Broken hearts and loud cries the nationality of the designed brown. Inner city youth circumferences referenced by the same mistakes of their parents. Born to teenage boys and girls damaged by the wakes of the world, failed marriages and forced deprivation on so many levels, the socialism of so many devils, underdeveloped. The inner city innocence plagued with statistical endings the killings are headlined as the suppression to the declination of a brown boys potential. Broken homes and broken dream’s landfilled homes and desired streets, the economic fallout of a tailored being. Born a god or goddess just to run into incompatibile desires, the starvation of the urban city. Urban violence and urban changes, the 3rd dimension of urban hatred. Broken harmonies and broken roads the life of a struggle in a brown woman’s household. No one to lean on but the government taken what is given with the definitive definition of assistance. Deplorable situations yet they remain in them. Kids with no father and drug dealers, felons, and criminals, as father figures. Talk about the struggle with addictions. He struggled with addictions, broken promises and broken family values ventured as a means to escape the same society that he lives in everyday. Four corner hustlers, and sexual favors, petty nickel and dimers and solicitation. Can’t isolate them, the brown boys dream found on the court dreaming of finding a Lebron James team. The statistical data always seem realistic when we recognize the difference of societal inconsistencies. Broken systems and broken truths half told lies and broken youth. The urbanization of the broken myth, the brokenness we keep witnessing time and time again. The fight against corruption poverty and destruction the decriminalization of the brown boys struggle.
Charelle LandersPublished about a month ago in PoetsENTJ "The Ambitious Commander"
With wit like rapier, keen and ever bright, The ENTJ, a leader bold and strong, Doth marshall plans with cunning and with might,
Diorino GalvanoPublished about a month ago in PoetsENTJ "The Fearless Commander"
With wit like rapier, keen and ever bright, The ENTJ, a leader bold and strong, Doth weave through life with purpose, taking flight
Diorino GalvanoPublished about a month ago in PoetsISFP "The Loyal Adventurer"
Within a heart that seeks a world serene, A gentle soul, by nature shy and mild, The ISFP, with introspective mien, In quiet strength finds beauty unrevealed.
Diorino GalvanoPublished about a month ago in PoetsISFP "The Creative Protector"
With gentle hand and heart that beats unseen, The ISFP, a loyal soul doth dwell, In quiet strength, on beauty's form they glean,
Diorino GalvanoPublished about a month ago in PoetsSour Gummy Worms
There’s a special kinda candy I eat every hour. I feel a lot of power when I taste that sour. Some people think they’re nasty but I really love the worms. I couldn’t go a day without my sour gummy worms.
Joe PattersonPublished about a month ago in PoetsSkittles
When that red bag finds you it’s time to taste the rainbow. A big bag of colors that Carrie’s tasty insane flow. It sends your taste buds to Heaven when you take a bite. Plus a good sugar rush if it’s tasting right.
Joe PattersonPublished about a month ago in PoetsApples and Peanut Butter
I've grappled with peas, nuts, cookies and others. I've even managed to hide wedges of cheese beneath my Jurassic Park pillow covers.
ISFP "The Creative Peacemaker"
With gentle soul and nature's keenest eye, The ISFP, a bard of quiet grace, Doth find in solitude sweet reverie, And paints the world with beauty's soft embrace.
Diorino GalvanoPublished about a month ago in PoetsISFP "The Tragic Romantic"
Within a heart that seeks a solace deep, A wellspring of emotions, shyly kept, The ISFP, with gentle spirit, weeps, Yet finds in nature's embrace, a solace swept.
Diorino GalvanoPublished about a month ago in Poets3/21/24
Take a look I’m hooked on books I like to write poems That flow like rainbows In the drifts Riffs in my mind’s eye Weaving truths with every lie
Atomic HistorianPublished about a month ago in Poets