slam poetry

Slam poetry: that magical mix of rhythm and rhyme.

Crystal Korpana year ago
Breakdown
Let's see how things played out, you treated me like I was a joke. My ex threatened me, mistreated and abused me, Slit his throat in front of me. I was pregnant, it didn't help to stop the hurt and pa...
Rachel Loneya year ago
Alone is Safety
I can only feel real when I'm alone. I am only here once everyone has gone. And they do leave. Very few can see me through these masks and shields and swords and wars. I haven't seen my choice in year...
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stuart a year ago
Ecliptic Sunset
Away afar a faintly glimmering star is all that you may know of a king who courted your dark angles in rings of a limitless sky. When the umbrella of sparks flushed your shimmering eyes, the waves of ...
Ashley Harpera year ago
Inside
I stood inside your negligent stare and watched as your eyes rolled up into your sarcastically closed lids. The smirk that rolled up into the corners of your mouth spoke louder than any words you coul...
Latoia Dunna year ago
#AnotherHashtag
I wonder if when you label me another victim whose hashtag attached to my name was symbolic to being ignored or compared me to that random woman who had a random name if you for once will ever have en...
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Norm Bleshmana year ago
ASOS
9 7 3 sleep wasnt f-ing wit me (i was sliding inna deep) monte carlo cant move up its too steep we f-ing wit each other not going to far i aint mean it dont take it heart marriage in mexico you treat ...
To Those
To those To those who bullied me I forgive you To the girl Who thought I was gay Because I like to draw clothes To the boy Who was paid to find out if I was gay To the boy Who paid him To the girl Who...
I Am
I am not your "Baby" or "Sweetie" or "Hun" I won't be your "darling” I'm not here for fun I could be Janet - Madonna - Gaga I won't be your nanny, maid or mama Because I'm gay don't make me a bitch Go...
Jessica Smitha year ago
Dreams
Remember.... Remember.... Remember.... Remember.... Memories.... Flooding my head, lying on my bed, I can't... can't stop.... There's nothing I can do, to stop thinking about you. All these dreams I h...
Fox Marsha year ago
Faith
This world we live in has lost its faith, yet commands we read the verses. A world that thrives on overcoming struggles, whilst not telling how fat its purse is. Debate turns into hate crime, turning ...
Bushra Shahriara year ago
Words
I love words. They mean everything. Your words can fix, your words can heal, As long as you know what’s true and what’s real. “As long as you know what’s true and what’s real”, Funny, isn’t it? How pe...
Whitney Grahama year ago
Untitled: A Poem Inspired by, and Composed for, NYU's 2017 May Day Sanctuary
Hello, Vocal community! Here is my performance at the Nuyorican Poet's Café on May 19th, following the Friday Night Poetry Slam (during which they always host an open mic). To explain the beginning of the video: Whenever it's someone's first time performing here, everyone in the audience shouts "VIRGIN!" Also, I was super nervous to be reading at that legendary location, hence any awkwardness in the opening haha. I felt beyond excited to present my piece at the very place which first inspired me...
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KaSandra Odlea year ago
Extraordinary
Ordinary: it's just a word Add a little extra to that, and you've got something special. Sometimes that "extra" can be something simple: A change in perspective, making the real seem surreal, A moment...
Bridget Meiera year ago
White Black
1.) They say to me, whenever I get an attitude, that I'm being racist because I'm white and they're black. 2.)And I have to pause because this rubberneck is about to be one of those crunchy slimes you...
David Del Angela year ago
Lil Dude On His Own Road
A Lil Dude on a lonely road. That's Trying to find a home. Cuz where ever he goes there's never any friends, only foes. Does this mean he can't realize his goals and dreams? Does this mean he cant mak...
India Dillona year ago
Wasteland
I’m stuck in this place, No one to save me. Why do you do this? Torment, abuse, bully, There’s barely anything left of me. I can’t believe you let me down, I had my doubts already, But you went and ma...
14/15
14. A week before 15. I remember getting off that number 7 city bus Not knowing what the future held as I walked down that black concrete street. Near in my eye sight, I saw you The wheels of that roy...
Jolie Kone2 years ago
Apart
Apart, apart, apart ...