slam poetry
Slam poetry: that magical mix of rhythm and rhyme.
Cherry Mash
Oh, Cherry Mash The candy of my youth How I love your sweet goodness As your chocolate melts in my mouth Cherry sugary sweetness
Mother CombsPublished 2 months ago in PoetsFried Taters
So versatile I could eat them with mustard Or ketchup or mayo Sometimes, I’d have them with ranch They were good by themselves
Mother CombsPublished 2 months ago in PoetsSpend A Day In My Past Before You Judge It.
Were you there? Do you know what truly happened? Were you the ones who comforted my children while they watched me bleed and cry those lonely tears of pain?
Carol TownendPublished 2 months ago in PoetsTear Drops
I closed my eyes, So that they wouldn’t escape I suppressed the empathy, For 3 seconds I tried not to breathe… But strolling my facade
HandsomelouiiThePoet (Lonzo ward)Published 2 months ago in PoetsSunflower Seeds
Maybe we’d all be nuts if we didn’t have a crack at what is perhaps nature’s favorite peanut. Salty around the edges but you’ll be happy to tell about how it all went well in this sunflowered nutshell.
Joe PattersonPublished 2 months ago in PoetsINFJ "The Mystical Analyst"
With introspective gaze and pensive soul, The advocate, a mind of quiet might, Doth delve in depths where shadows oft times roll,
Diorino GalvanoPublished 2 months ago in PoetsINFJ "The Idealistic Visionary"
With introspective gaze and heart of gold, The advocator, a soul both wise and rare, Doth ponder life's complexities untold,
Diorino GalvanoPublished 2 months ago in PoetsINFJ "The Emphatic Achievers"
With introspective gaze and heart of gold, The advocator, a soul of gentle might, Doth walk a path by intuition told, A silent guide, a beacon in the night.
Diorino GalvanoPublished 2 months ago in PoetsSeasonal Depression
Disperse all candles! It is time they rally, and man their posts! For only their drunk, flickering flames can combat the cruel winds of
Afraid
Mysterious cocktails swim through my bloodstream, as I stare at the tell-tale faults in my life through the layered cracks in my phone screen.
Midnight Jack
A breakdown of events in point form: Picture a pitch black night in a misty room of sassy jazz. There she stands.... She is a lady of the mike blinded by the bright shiny lights.
Nathalie C.M. SabbaghPublished 2 months ago in Poets- Top Story - March 2024
Huh?
"Women who speak up for themselves are rude. Men who disagree will be scolded. Those who insist will be ostracized.
Cathy holmesPublished 2 months ago in Poets