slam poetry

Slam poetry: that magical mix of rhythm and rhyme.

Lindelani Mnisia month ago
Materialistic
Since when were wishes so materialistic, our ideal picture of happiness no longer "me," now it's "my?" We've upgraded the concept of happy you see: Square rooted desires, we lost higher purpose, now i...
Sierra Lynna month ago
A Love Letter to All of Those Who Left Their Knives in My Back
I once held you high, Put you on top of clouds, Let you have trophies, medals, and roses. I let you have so much, So much I will never get back. You still sit upon that cloud that I gave you, It grows...
Rowen Motleya month ago
Naked Skin
I shall not be apologetic For you've objectified me Before you got to know me With piercing eyes Undressing my flaws You've observing my skin And the nakedness in which My thighs and breast Move makin...
Inure Musea month ago
Hey... I Promise
I will never let them: be it another woman... or a man, take advantage of you. Use your heart, soul and body to abuse you. Hey... I promise. I will Never believe another lie, or, "I love you"... I will always be there, for you... I will ALWAYS love you. I promise... I will be the one to dry your eyes, I will be "the one" to muffle your screams, hold you... and hear your cries. I promise... I will be the one to heal you. And hold your hand too... I will be the one who understands, you. No one els...
Kaitlin Bakera month ago
This Is Me
Again. I’ve let you win. Coming into my heart please don’t break it again. Every child needs their mom but where was mine? Lost to morphine or I guess another fucking line. I wish I knew what made you...
The Unguided Missile
The rocket, the missile Launched from the base Its intentions unclear Blasting high into the sky Towards a great unknown It can save those in peril It could destroy all in its path But we do not know ...
Inure Musea month ago
I Get It
I get it. There's nothing I can really do, or say, to explain it. What I feel inside... these feelings I constantly hide... with fire within me. A product of my reaction to the environment that destroys me. The demon that attacks my mind. Consumes, me... some call it Bipolar, some call it Depression, others' call it, "illness." I call the DSM, fuckery and their opinion, a failure to understand what I am. A being... sensitive, unique, beautiful, nothing is fucking wrong with me! What you say is n...
Miyah Hendersona month ago
Ode To: My Mirror
“Ode To: My Mirror” To the object that sees all of me Every lump and bump Scars, scratches, and bruises Your pristine appearance astounds me Crystal clear Sharp edges protrude out But your surface, as...
Seneca Basoaltoa month ago
B.O.M.B.S
Goddamn, I’m a train wreck, car crash, pile up, Percocet, ripped jeans, wine stains, goodbye I forget the last time I spoke to you without regret and trepidation digging holes through my gut, tongue, ...
The Monsters That Draw Near
The beasts walk down the path Seemingly unwavered, unopposed All those who attempt to stand in their path crumble to the ground But hark! Hear the heroes come forth They stand their ground, leaving th...
The Campground
The dying embers of originality Soon to be snuffed by the waters of rehashed content The new fire set ablaze by the short-lived sparks of passion The campground of creation lively with vessels of crea...
Gabriela Coelhoa month ago
Set Me Free
You wanna be pretty You wanna be hot You wanna be smart And believe me, you're not You wanna be funny You wanna be kind You wanna be loved But there’s too much racing in your mind Like why am I alive ...
Tiffany Hamilton2 months ago
The Dark Silence
As she lay in the dark silence, Her thoughts run wild. They go back to the times, as a child, When she would run free When she would scream, "You can't catch me!" As she ran away giggling Her little f...
Amanda Olejniczak2 months ago
Survivor
Today I listened to a song that gripped me harder than the hands that were wrapped around my neck by the man who said he loved me the night before.“I gave it all and you gave me shit” Today I listened...
Bianca Beauford2 months ago
Let It Begin with Me
Let me be an example in the chaos Let me be a voice in the silence Let me be a light in the darkness Let me be wisdom in the confusion Let me be depth in the wading Let me be strength in the weakness ...
Braydon Andrews2 months ago
What Makes You?
“What are little girls made of? Sugar and spice And everything nice That's what little girls are made of” I wasn’t made out of that. I wasn’t sugar and spice I wasn’t rainbows and butterflies I wasn’t...
Abbey 2 months ago
Polluted
Lies rise like tides, and the water fills the house. rushing to suffocate, the stairs lead to me. an oil paint sky above, but the moon just watches us. take a hit from your cigarette, you laugh and th...
Inure Muse2 months ago
This Guy... "B"
I've known this dude, like... two decades. Geez! Been my n*gga since, way back when... we first started, smoking trees. Like, when, Tupac and Biggie were friends. (before they had beef) Met him when I was nine, or ten... a skinny, shit-head of a kid back then. Who didn't even swear, or do shit, like be rebellious, because I was too much of a geek, a legit, goodie-two-shoes to consider it, so... I'm like... at my best friend, D's house, right? 'Cause their mom's away and everybody's lit. 'Cause, ...