slam poetry

Slam poetry: that magical mix of rhythm and rhyme.

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Nicole a month ago
The Reaper's Toll
The figure arrives with mist and fog so quiet and gloomy, you know the figure in the mist is for you, it knows its job for when the final strand of sand has hit the reapers glass your life is his now....
Emma Lynna month ago
Beautiful or Just Subservient, I No Longer Know
I don’t know how to be normal be a man take a stand hold my own hand because you taught us that all we were good for was a little fun to sit in the sun never run always be pretty never gritty never a ...
Katie Hundleya month ago
Human
My name? Why on earth do I need to tell you my name? I don't need to I don't want to! Okay, I may not know my name. I've gotten so caught up in who society wants me to be that I don't even know me. I ...
peace Akadinmaa month ago
The Black Woman
I am sitting next to my friend in the pizza shop. Listening to his rant about women. He tells me the girl he thinks is his wife She is not black I cheer him on Because love is love He goes I don’t wan...
Anya Talauegaa month ago
Shades of Discrimination
A world created in seven days, A world created in different ways. A world filled with bitterness, grief and pain, A world that is stereotypical, judgmental and arcane. The colour of nature forms a mar...
Zulma Bermudeza month ago
Greener on the Other Side
The grass is greener on the other side If we live to multiply there wouldnt be a reason to die True gangsters dont run and hide And let shit slide Anger and rage is a whole other page People can hide ...
Brent Horlinga month ago
I Dream A Dream
I'm not as smart as I'd like to be Mechanical metal, piece of machinery But one day I'll be cured like a disease My body dead but my mind between the seam A happy thought, a happy ending Death is more...
Christopher Simsa month ago
Movement Revolution
The movement is swift. A gift from the revolutions of Earth, the universe. A body hits The floor; gives birth to a new move, a new way to rotate, a new way to glide. It is exercise and art combined; a...
What are you gonna do?
what are you gonna do? hit me? go ahead, hit me. make me bleed. i know you want to. i know you see red instead of seeing me because you so awfully can't bear to see me for me, you wish i was dead. and...
alexis weissa month ago
Cracks in the Skywalk
the universe welcomes you to this moment with open arms; wants you to feel this moment, wants to feel this moment with you. whispers “seven billion heartbeats and i’m rooting for yours,” as the next g...
alexis weissa month ago
New Religion
I used to never wear a helmet or protective padding my mother could put it on me, but I would strip it right off because I thought I was invincible until I saw lightning strike my own backyard during ...
Charlie Adeolaa month ago
Day and Night
Sometimes Alone and alienated But look what God created In the East a sunset Wheres all the regret I searched for an answer I was the question But out of the trillions of stars in the sky After questi...
Christopher Simsa month ago
Applaud the Poet
Applaud The poet. Applaud his blood, sweat, tears. Applaud his twenty-one Years of writing, performing, expressing, traveling, unraveling the reason behind his rhyme. Applaud The poet. Applaud his min...
Perlita Lockett2 months ago
Is There Not Sun to Light the Way?
Is there not a sun to light the way? You don’t have to do it on your own. Only when it’s cold is the night longer than the day. Then you come to me and you tell me: It’s hard, You don’t know which way...
Daisy Andrews2 months ago
What's Normal Anyway?
Too weird for the cool kids. Too loud for the clever kids. Too far out for the in crowd. Too far up in the clouds. Always too something to be anything. Too boyish for the girls. Too girlish for the bo...
Crystal Melville2 months ago
Because You Care
Because you care, you stop to listen. You open your heart and mind to the least of those, and even at times to the greatest of them all, because you care. Because you care, life seems complicated, tra...
Tanin Manningway2 months ago
Somewhere
Somewhere in the past... Indigenous Children unwillingly compelled to convey concealed feelings of lone. Indigenous Children’s sobs faintly mimic unspoken sad poems. Indigenous Children drown in the r...
Rach Ahern2 months ago
No
It's confusing I mean What does no actually mean No Just means no But I don't seem to understand No just means For this exact moment No just means I can ask you in a moment No just means I'm playing I...