slam poetry
Slam poetry: that magical mix of rhythm and rhyme.
A Scar on My Hearts Ears
There is a scar on my heart’s ears It’s from all the years of abuse I got used to It makes it hard to hear when someone says
Atomic HistorianPublished 2 months ago in PoetsSymphony of the Earth
In forests deep where sunlight plays, Nature orchestrates its grand ballet. The rustle of leaves, a gentle sway, A timeless dance, night to day.
Ode to Sustenance
In kitchens, where secrets hide in spices' embrace, Where pots simmer melodies of aromatic grace, There lies the heart of life's vibrant ballet,
The Pen Poem
She is my temptress My Partner In Mischief's Prison When I grab her I'm at it like a bad habit And i feel like I'm flying with high impossibilities
Sweet NothingsPublished 2 months ago in PoetsMorning Masterbation
Early morning I have nobody I have a sense of tingling in my body I cannot hide it It puts me in a mood I wanted to sue me
Gladys W. MuturiPublished 2 months ago in PoetsWhispers of the Wind
The wind, it speaks in hushed tones, Whispers secrets to the trees, Leaves rustle, a soft symphony, Nature's gentle, quiet pleas.
Yannick SimoPublished 2 months ago in Poets"Echoes of Lost Love"
In the silence of the night, I hear your name, Echoes of a lost love, lighting the flame. The stars whisper secrets, in an eternal language,
Hendrik SancheZPublished 2 months ago in PoetsI'm Virgin
I'm a virgin, so what? Never got laid, never got hot Don't diss me, don't roast me It's my life, let me be I'm not looking for some hottie Or some random body I'm not ready for marriage Or some baby carriage
First Born
I am the first born I’m worn out and scorned out Bearing the weight of all expectations The weight of a family on my shoulders
Atomic HistorianPublished 2 months ago in PoetsFragments of Love
In the caverns of a shattered heart, Where whispers of love now depart, Echoes of laughter once danced free, Now drowned in tears, a silent plea.
Intertwined Souls
In the dance of hearts, we find our rhythm, Two souls, entwined, in love's prism. With each step, a story unfolds,
The Green-Eyed Monster
In shadows lurks a feeling deep, Where envy wakes from silent sleep. Its eyes, a shade of verdant hue, Cast glances tainted, dark and true.