slam poetry

Slam poetry: that magical mix of rhythm and rhyme.

D'Nessa McDaniel2 years ago
Melanin
From the night in her skin to kink of her hair The sun in her smile to the stars in those eyes I know that Melanin is beautiful The beauty that glows through her blood like magic Her melanin drips lik...
Kourtney Risher2 years ago
We're Just Lines In Your Pockets
You point at us and laugh and say that we’re trash while you make cash from the blood of our sons, wash the stains from your hands, and sweep up the ash. The factory-workin’ mother labors from sun-up ...
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Ryan Hooper2 years ago
The Unravelling
Unravel your discord of frustration which was meant for our cordial fruition. This has now been vexed a-side, b-side the sea side, inside a hollow shell of truthful slander and a damnation that is to ...
Cicely Blain2 years ago
Blood
I bleed. It’s not quiet. Not a pitter-patter of summer raindrops on gossamer rooftops. It is not shy. It is a raging fire than burns through oppressive cloths that marks its territory with crimson cou...
Shape-Shifter
Let's go in time To when you galloped on shooting stars Over open flame As I was choking on the fullness of your breath Because I was starving on the paragraphs swallowed Taking stance like soldiers u...
Natalie Simmons2 years ago
Money and Power
Money. Power. The people that lead us, the people that teach us, have no clue either. They tell us yes, they tell us no, but what the fuck do they show? We are lured into their power, brought up with ...
Dani Lopez2 years ago
Scary
I've never been scared of many things. I've tended to understand what things could and couldn't hurt me. My biggest fear in life has always been, Heights. The thought of looking over the top of a skys...
Jai Storm2 years ago
The Game
This was like a deck of cards, and you stacked the deck, like a dealer does when he deals, you stole it all back, every penny, every ounce I gave to you, shuffled it up and tore me right through, now ...
U.R. Ahzum2 years ago
I Remember...
I remember a time when all I knew was fun. I remember a time when I played in the sun. I remember it all being with my dad. I remember how he made me glad. I remember a time when he’d move mountains f...
L. E. King2 years ago
The Invitation
I'm throwing a party. There will be: 1. Violently colored balloons shaped like middle fingers. 2. Moist cake with rainbow glitter and the words "fuck it" written in impecable cursive writing I call it...
Bryan RJ Delorme2 years ago
Crimes Against Humanity
You made it this way and I can't be bothered by your lack of integrity You came to the conclusion of the fact of the matter that you live in this society You've come to terms with committing crimes ag...
Latoia Dunn2 years ago
Black Lives
As I sit here I wonder if others understand why it's a must that we instill in others that black lives really matter I mean as if blacks actually matter in a society that teaches others they don't In ...
Jose Juarez2 years ago
Muscle Memory
Supremacists, nationalists, history advocates— they march because they say they will not let their place in history be forgotten. their history be replaced. their race be erased. But who can forget th...
Cherise Doane2 years ago
I'm Sorry
When I was a kid... I never spoke up About the bullying and torture I endured on a daily basis Because I was afraid Nobody would listen Or that I would be reminded That sticks and stones Will break my...
Michael Gallegos2 years ago
Ahhhhhh
This is a moment, If even that. A fragment, of mind lapsing. It's inspiration, If even that. An epiphany, That has collapsed. Or, perhaps, Something referred, But got deterred. Mental track derailed. ...
Jaleel Dennis2 years ago
Vice
Vice All we do is sit on our phones all they long all day long, even now I'm writing this on my phone how long will this madness live on? I come from a generation where we no longer speak, we text, we...
Jaleel Dennis2 years ago
Age of Gold
I can feel it Another year creeping onto me I can feel it a strange cold chill of euphoria on my brow, stirring in my soul, telling it I am another year old The sense if feeling eternally seventeen, l...
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Siying Ho2 years ago
The Human Condition
Humans are burdened with compunction At each and every other junction For, with their marvellous brains Come equally marvellous Chains Alas, with all their sensibility, Humans also possess inflexibili...