slam poetry
Slam poetry: that magical mix of rhythm and rhyme.
Bag of Lays
Snack money in my pocket. You know I had to save a grip. I’m walkin’ to the store to get me some potato chips. The coins in my pants are definitely something I had to save if I was gonna snag me a bag of Lays.
Joe PattersonPublished 2 months ago in PoetsEnchantress of your Emotions
You were my constant. Until you weren't. Not unlike losing a job suddenly. Except you didn't yield me a paycheck, tax return, severance... for my emotional time and energy. No.
Hayley MattoPublished 2 months ago in PoetsA Toxic Deception
You literally meant me no good; I don't know why that was so hard to see. Everyone told me to stay away from you, but all I did was disagree.
Trishawn BlakePublished 2 months ago in PoetsI Overfilled The Bath Again.
I'm horrified! Yes, I really am, You see, I overfilled the bath again, I said, "It wasn't my fault!" When the phone started ringing,
Carol TownendPublished 2 months ago in PoetsWant time to pause
want time to pause pause for a minute I just want time to pause for a minute to take my heavy breadth
Neetu JadonPublished 2 months ago in PoetsConch
I am layered in layers of laminated laden love, limply lingering beneath the landlocked clouds above. Peeling them back has proven to be painlessly painful,
but i see rays of light
your flowery words barely cover the stench of the wrongs you can't humble yourself to make right. regurgitated platitudes
Heather HublerPublished 2 months ago in PoetsINTJ "The Loner Investigator"
With mind most keen, a strategist profound, INTJ's soul, in reason's web is bound. A thirst for knowledge, ever burns within,
Diorino GalvanoPublished 2 months ago in PoetsFlamenco of Hearts
Her red Dress sways gracefully lapping her body as I twirl her into my arms. Flamenco garnishes our body language. Our eyes meet time and time again.
Armand SlayerPublished 2 months ago in PoetsHow Could You Not Love Me?
How could you not love me? I was there in times of trouble, And I spent time with you by the double; I showed you that I cared,
Carol TownendPublished 2 months ago in PoetsFire on Mount Olympus
I guess I would never feel like I'm enough I mean, I knew it would be tough But growing up is just so ....rough Trying to grab unto so many pieces yet they ...fall
Harydo NeonPublished 2 months ago in PoetsOh! God
Oh! God, your majesty, your grace Your power and love, they leave me in awe In your hands, the universe is placed A masterpiece of art, so intricate and grand
Sher singhPublished 2 months ago in Poets