slam poetry
Slam poetry: that magical mix of rhythm and rhyme.
The Tree Of Eternal Truth
It lay, untouched a seed of loneliness in my heart Eager to blossem and sprout With the warmth of my body And the tears from my eyes
"Cosmic Harmony: A Poetic Ode to the Law of Attraction"
In the realm of cosmic whispers and unseen threads, Where dreams take flight on ethereal sleds. There lies a force, silent and true,
Mubashira KachhotPublished 3 months ago in PoetsThe Forest of Enchantments
The Forest of Enchantments The sky adorned an orange cover, the forest of enchantments embosomed a crystal haze. As she walked through her way, the spirit of the enchanted forest held her hand and told her to stay.
Hridya SharmaPublished 3 months ago in PoetsScenery of society final part
Fake Fake plastic illusions, a holographic Mirage . Don’t know what I am. I might as well be fake. I fell asleep, woke up in coma. Fake fake. What does it mean to be real? I don’t know nobody does but everybody knows we’re fake. I’d rather be a robot. At least I know who I am, and where I stand instead of being fake.
RIKKI LA ROUGEPublished 3 months ago in Poetsdiscussion a plane vs a vulture
In the vast sky, a poem of contrasts unfolded between an airplane in its majestic flight and a vulture seeking its place in the air. The temperature set the rhythm for a tale of encounters and reflections.
Nairadeceba
Zoonotically chaotic, a world filled with life Yawning and yelling to tell their stories in this Xenologic experience Whaling at all hours of the day to attract a mate
Atomic HistorianPublished 3 months ago in PoetsWoke But Asleep
Woke but asleep. Say it is not so, Beau!* Did they call you, Ishmael’s Moby-Dick? O Your God! Twain’s masterpiece is awash
Patrick M. OhanaPublished 3 months ago in PoetsPsychedelic world part four 1997
psychedelic world is dedicated to my my first favorite fashion designer the late great Gianni Versace Poem number 42 The bad
RIKKI LA ROUGEPublished 3 months ago in PoetsPuddle Pirates
Puddle Pirates Tiny toes in rubber boots, Stomping puddles, chasing hoots. Suns like coins, they toss and gleam, Sparkling pirates, in a watery dream.
Sunil KushwahaPublished 3 months ago in PoetsThe Ingredients for Alphabet Soup
A is for annoying, the place where tempers flare, B is for bonanza, getting something from thin air. C is for cadwallader, a great name for a dame,
Rachel DeemingPublished 3 months ago in Poets"The Transformative Odyssey: The Journey of Discovery and Controversy of Charles Darwin
Charles Darwin, brought into the world on February 12, 1809, in Shrewsbury, Britain, was a transcending figure in the field of innate sciences. His work established the groundwork for present day transformative science, testing conventional convictions about the beginning and variety of life on The planet. Darwin's excursion into the logical domain started with his initial interest with the regular world, in the long run prompting his eminent hypothesis of development through normal choice.
Nagaraj storyPublished 3 months ago in PoetsThe precipice of poetry that seeks redemption
The precipice of poetry that seeks redemption Callous whispers that uproar the fear in my mind, Bounty tales of my existence may cease to be left behind.
Hridya SharmaPublished 3 months ago in Poets