slam poetry

Slam poetry: that magical mix of rhythm and rhyme.

Scratch 2 years ago
To Love After Tearing Your Heart Out
As they cut the arteries in my chest they broke my heart for the first time, They cut and stitched and frankensteined my heart together, And it took me my whole life to recover. As they gently tore ou...
Crissy DXCII2 years ago
Treasures of the Mind
The idea master. The conductor of productivity. Just a little manufacturing needed. A, B, C, D AnD even more. Just iDeas AnD then we folD. Like fists in the mAking. E, F, G, H and EvEn morE. BrinGing ...
Ash Martinez2 years ago
A Prologue
The first time A boy ever told me he loved me and “meant it,” I said “Thanks” He’s babbling on, won’t shut the hell up, and I’m thinking “Carnations are the side hoe’s roses” In the not-too-distant fu...
Crissy DXCII2 years ago
Shituation
Her, Him, he, she, them, us, we… Sometimes I wish it wasn't right. Or even meant to be. You see, I been mean While I was asking, “what you mean?" You see, I been happy But still angry cause my hair wa...
Crissy DXCII2 years ago
Emptiness
Do you process easily? I thought about this question Over and over. Questioning. This quest I must get before it… becomes a questioning. I am a pro but nothing less. I process the mess you leave. Ever...
Crissy DXCII2 years ago
The Slam Poetry
Much can be said about poetry. Structure, rhymes, and play on words. All part of the poetry directory. Much less than calling it direct to me. Directly relating to art. Let me articulate what I mean. ...
Crissy DXCII2 years ago
Understand Why
Young yes. But, I understand many things in life. Like… relationships, taxes, money, health… Working class, and even being a wife. Some forget a wife is a human being. A wife is a human being consider...
Hiding Behind Bars
He saw his own shadow. It was a continuous reminder of his past. When he looked down, he saw his father, The one he never knew, but was resurrected by Malcolm’s autobiography. He saw the blackness lyi...
Crissy DXCII2 years ago
Burning Lies
Burning inside and it never comes out. I never let it. This is why you all think I am normal. In my head I'm a robot, a tick… Or maybe one of those girls. Or maybe one of those… You know, those fresh ...
Crissy DXCII2 years ago
I am Beautiful
He told me yes, I am beautiful I am as beautiful as God made me. I would look in the mirror counting, 1, 2 and 3 Eyes, nose, lips and skin all wonderful. Wonderfully created. I am happy to be. For the...
Michael Ross2 years ago
Strangers
We’re all just strangers Trapped in a world of dangers Put behind the pit of the street Just for the rhyme of a beat No, before we were seen And before our selfish lives was redeemed Where we all star...
Let Me Be Me
years have been spent, where no matter what my intent... the protective walls and barriers that once stood so tall...have become nothing left, but dust meant to fall. never learning how to think for m...
Thoughts Unedited...
i find myself pacing the house, almost like a cat sniffing a mouse... no actual goal in mind, just searching for peace to ease my never-ending mind... jumbled thoughts fill my brain, like 10,000 piece...
Kye Earley2 years ago
Residue
My seafoam hair comes out in clumps, tangled strands winding around my fingers every time I brush back my bangs or twirl dry and splitting curls. I am used to it now, dropping handfuls everywhere I go...
Mwitwa Lupikisha2 years ago
The Voices
All his doing is storytelling These voices in his head keep on yelling They only care about what he is wearing Not the stories he is telling From what's on his feet to what’s on his head They don’t kn...
Ro See2 years ago
Ocean Waves
They started as smart remarks, which ever so quickly sparked into something more, outbursts he'd have no reasoning for. They were like ocean waves, calm and crashing, until they became a riptide I cou...
m t2 years ago
Youth
In this world, being young means being labeled as stupid and reckless, slut shaming girls who wear shorts and telling rape jokes is OK, loving someone of the same gender is wrong but discriminating ag...
Becca Desta2 years ago
The End of My Days
The end of my days will come from jumping off a cliff for you. But really you pushed me off. I know your twisted ways. Where a friend's a friend until you're done. You're the type of person that cuts ...