slam poetry

Slam poetry: that magical mix of rhythm and rhyme.

Amanda Zylstra2 years ago
Material Possessions
You bought my friendship with material items. You filled my home with clutter. Your gestures were nice at first. Then I saw you had no heart. You were using these items to tempt and control me. You us...
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Destiny Smith2 years ago
Mirror Talk
I hate, oh I hate making things such as this. Where the goal is to put myself in a box. Under some artistic lenses, I must then pretend that the image itself doesn’t make me sick. And no- I’ll say it ...
Destiny Moore2 years ago
He Doesn’t Know He Loves Me
He still doesn't know I love him.. he doesn't know I still think about the day we met he doesn't know i made a promise to myself never to love him like i did before. well it's safe to say i broke my p...
Kelsey Forjan2 years ago
Walker World
What do you feel when you touch her hands? nothing I answered, physically I have never felt them, Because when I touch her I don’t feel her hands, I feel her beyond her thoughts, I feel her essence, h...
Latoia Dunn2 years ago
Deeper Than Rap
Dear black rap artist's of the game yes you the ones who sold your souls to inherit the fortune and fame You the ones whose lyrics are so toxic that it injects poison into my people's brain as you con...
Ellie Belmonte2 years ago
I'm a Whore
hi, I’m a whore but no, sex will never boost my self esteem as I constantly slope deeper into depression just because you think its my profession to have a boy in my face having to look at his express...
Ashley Van Eck2 years ago
Ace Over King
You say you're a fighter, Never to back down. You say you're the alpha male, Standing above all. You say you're Superman, Fearless and indestructible. Well you should know, I'm a fighter too And don't...
Serrena Gragg2 years ago
18 Years Later
18 years later, you try again. You come back in my life, Trying to make amends. With one simple sweep, I let you in. Though I know in my heart, That You’ll leave again. You gave me life, But you leave...
Homebody Hippy2 years ago
The Angry Black Girl
No, you cannot touch my hair, No, you cannot stare, I am not an animal in a zoo, But I’m often mistaken as one by you Mistaken as that loud, sassy, nappy haired black girl over there, Be quiet, straig...
niki majchalajdu2 years ago
Human Zoo
A dance of pink flamingo on a rope. Preposterous? Daw solving a math problem, Rabbit reading metaphysical books, Mouse boiling exquisite dishes, Butterfly painting on canvas, Giraffe walking the catwa...
Kourtney Risher2 years ago
Dreams of the Rambling Mind
I. Consciousness and logic swim through the endless void, disconnected through disjointed synapses and chemical imbalances. The record plays, but the song skips a few notes. I want to be a rock singer...
Ryan Vrba2 years ago
Music, My Therapist
Some days I just bleed how I feel with music. Unable to voice my thoughts, the vocals and lyrics battle the voice or fog that resides in my head for the day. There is a deep connection with music that...
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 ...