slam poetry

Slam poetry: that magical mix of rhythm and rhyme.

Becca Destaa year 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 Sparksa year 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 Jinesa year 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...
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 Snowa year 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...
Trey Stevensa year ago
As I Look Into the Mirror
As I look into the mirror. My reflection stares back at me. A light-skinned Black man. Full of hopes and dreams. Ambitions and a hidden motivation. To be heard and understood. But I'm afraid. Fears he...
Sightlines of Songbirds
I am a fantasy monger Hoarding in my hippocampus All the dreams I lean upon To get me through the day Speaking of which Here the hitch I've found in the system That twists at my wits And lambasts My bombastic ideas and ideals The more ways you think of To stretch the days The faster the night creeps And peeks in on your plans To cut them short Break down the fort you've built To protect yourself from the caustic material that throws that second hand ever forward Every day we fail a little more T...
Jinx Farrah a year ago
Dragons
I keep thinking about being 13 And walking to the drugstore with a friend In November At 8:00 in the evening Our sweaters and laughter in our chests kept us warm Our breath formed in front of us Drago...
Victoria Amsdena year ago
Anxiety
Anxiety is like the monster living under your bed. Creeping up before you making you scream and heavily breathe. Anxiety, like the bully at school, except unlike the bully at school you can't run home...
Rauce The-saucea year ago
Broken
She goes out just before the dawn, The ground still damp with morning dew. To breath in the calm wet air, That smells of rain and soft earth. She wants to beg a god for her forgiveness, But she can’t ...
Natasha Lalondea year ago
schatzilein
Nobody writes poems about their German ancestors sipping tea on balconies overlooking the alps, catching the wind and storing it in their lungs for later yodels. Nobody writes about how they ich liebe...
B Ta year ago
Orange Monster
They say that nothing rhymes with orange, well nothing rhymes with monster either, Thinkin now it’s got a voice and that of a deceiver, Now we know they’re all the same tell me now you’re a believer, ...
Joke Marfskya year ago
Everyone’s 2016 Sucked
I leave Baker’s, a week and a half into the new year, Sunday night; after a double at the theater. I'm on my way down Leavenworth, king-size doobie for a king-size shift, I have purchased a bottle of ...
Who Decided?
Who Decided that dandelions were weeds? Why can't they be flowers? Why can't they be free? Who Decided that fathers should work? And mothers should stay home to do the housework? Who Decided that King...
Trey Stevensa year ago
The Old Man and the Zoo
We're goin' to the zoo, zoo, zoo How about you, you, you? You can come too, too, too We're goin' to the zoo, zoo, zoo. He hummed a tune, that's forever stuck. From age 5 to 16 he would sing to me. Man...
Austin Howella year ago
On A Roll
ok im really starting to feel the wheel rotating faster than a wedding meal or an opiate addict finding their next pill will is all i wield i know it takes more than just skill and knowin how to write...
Roleby Colvina year ago
Triggered
When did we stop paying attention to the character of someones heart, and instead place more value on the words they choose… Why has it come to be that evil prays in pretty words and golden speech… Be...
Amanda Zylstraa year ago
Walking on Egg Shells
I walked on eggshells to be your friend. You are insecure and overly emotional. You do not embrace my words of wisdom. You insist I am wrong, When I know I am right. I have never been one to tell peop...