slam poetry

Slam poetry: that magical mix of rhythm and rhyme.

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 ...
Helena Sparks2 years ago
Depression
You tell me you're my friend but you're really a coward, After everything you put me through and you got up and left. They say you can rely on your friends and family but all that's left is dust like ...
Lyndsie Jines2 years ago
Wandering Thoughts
She is a plant Not just any plant But the kind that, if you think she’s wilting Just give her a little water and sun —————————————————- She’ll sprout right back up As if nothing had e...
Cassandra Berice2 years ago
Anxiety
I've started to realize I spend more time contemplating my life with you I didn't even realize that I was actually spending time without you Living in my life through my hardships because I couldn't b...
Jessica Snow2 years ago
Home
Someone calls this place "home" When they return from being far away From the twisting, winding roads And the lights that flash at night. The same lights that reflect over the great lake, The lights t...
Trey Stevens2 years ago
As I Look Into the Mirror
As I look into the mirror. My reflection stares back at me. A light-skinned Black man. Full of hopes and dreams. Ambitions and a hidden motivation. To be heard and understood. But I'm afraid. Fears he...
Natalie Schaffer2 years ago
Sightlines of Songbirds
I am a fantasy monger Hoarding in my hippocampus All the dreams I lean upon To get me through the day Speaking of which Here the hitch I've found in the system That twists at my wits And lambasts My bombastic ideas and ideals The more ways you think of To stretch the days The faster the night creeps And peeks in on your plans To cut them short Break down the fort you've built To protect yourself from the caustic material that throws that second hand ever forward Every day we fail a little more T...
Jinx Farrah 2 years ago
Dragons
I keep thinking about being 13 And walking to the drugstore with a friend In November At 8:00 in the evening Our sweaters and laughter in our chests kept us warm Our breath formed in front of us Drago...
Victoria Amsden2 years ago
Anxiety
Anxiety is like the monster living under your bed. Creeping up before you making you scream and heavily breathe. Anxiety, like the bully at school, except unlike the bully at school you can't run home...
Rauce The-sauce2 years ago
Broken
She goes out just before the dawn, The ground still damp with morning dew. To breath in the calm wet air, That smells of rain and soft earth. She wants to beg a god for her forgiveness, But she can’t ...
Natasha Lalonde2 years ago
schatzilein
Nobody writes poems about their German ancestors sipping tea on balconies overlooking the alps, catching the wind and storing it in their lungs for later yodels. Nobody writes about how they ich liebe...
B T2 years ago
Orange Monster
They say that nothing rhymes with orange, well nothing rhymes with monster either, Thinkin now it’s got a voice and that of a deceiver, Now we know they’re all the same tell me now you’re a believer, ...
Joke Marfsky2 years ago
Everyone’s 2016 Sucked
I leave Baker’s, a week and a half into the new year, Sunday night; after a double at the theater. I'm on my way down Leavenworth, king-size doobie for a king-size shift, I have purchased a bottle of ...
Who Decided?
Who Decided that dandelions were weeds? Why can't they be flowers? Why can't they be free? Who Decided that fathers should work? And mothers should stay home to do the housework? Who Decided that King...