slam poetry

Slam poetry: that magical mix of rhythm and rhyme.

Tanin Manningway3 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 Ahern3 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...
Erin Pistello3 months ago
Numbers
You write numbers like it’s the air you breathe Count every calorie that touches your lips But before it goes to your hips You run to release the fat You want to make your stomach look flat You worry ...
Erin Pistello3 months ago
Skinny ≠ Healthy
I live in a world where your worth is based off of the flatness of your stomach Young girls starving themselves to achieve beauty Teens shoving their fingers so far down their throats that their last ...
Ria Marié3 months ago
Cry of the 13th Disciple
My mind, my mind I can't focus, I'm blind My time is running fast Behind flies my past, my thoughts Creating knots of confusion and hurt My thoughts turn into rocks Weighing heavy on my soul Where’s m...
Bianca Wargo3 months ago
Voices
If only it were a bit easier, To admit you feel stupid—to say you're not the best… If it were not in my nature, To never step down, even when the challenge is clearly too tough, Maybe I would be happi...
Bianca Wargo3 months ago
The Obstacle
I try to write stories Or tell them, Whichever sounds better. It's just hard when your words— Your charisma— Your humor— Don't match the flow of the waters around you. Because water moves— It moves co...
Tiffany Harry3 months ago
Tripping
Tripping Tripping,tripping,fall,fall Trying to catch that crazy ball Because you thought you knew it all Thinking, blinking now your sinking Running after that girl and winking Whispering, disappearin...
Matthew Rivera3 months ago
Pain Is a Mother
The way a child learns is through an act of pain In such a way the loss is minimum but theres so much to gain They do say pain is after all one of the worlds best instructors For if you touch the burn...
Matt Cates3 months ago
Fruits of Labor
Your mind was meant for motion and mission, Not static, “life,” boxed-up in a prison.Listen— Efferent neurons are running the system, Telling your body: “Far out of condition.” Chained to a desk, you’...
Misery
You know they say “Misery loves company” No wonder I enjoy being alone Cause if I cry about what’s happening My tears won’t carry me home. “LaVonne is a lonely person” that’s what you might see I’m to busy creating my new identity. So here I go as a writer Touching tremendous topics There’s no such thing in my heart as “LaVonne, just stop, drop it move along.” That’s what they want me to do These voices in my head know I’m a rebel too. It’s quite familiar This feeling that I’m having Introducing...
Rowan Finley3 months ago
Denying Truth
I would never deny you! Who could do such a thing? I should have known better. You told me that I would deny you three times, but I just didn't want to believe you. Before I knew even what I was sayin...
Inure Muse3 months ago
Fuck This...
...makes the duress, dissipate with a little herbs entwined, in unbleached, slow-burning, gum, Arabic, OG delight! What? Oh yea... fixes, world problems... might even be the solution to world peace too. Nothing but Bonita Appelbum, in my Skull Candy buds... Totally embraced by the Love Movement. Q-Tip in my eardrums, lyric, like a lesson to my ears. Pipe bong, lips, 'Cannabliss' to the brain. Cyprus Hill insane is the knowledge in the notes, permeating my membrane. Thirty-nine and forty-two seco...
Lavon Swygert3 months ago
Sticks and Stones
They say that sticks and stones break bones better than words. Words are just words; air and guttural grunting mixed in a fashion of speech. But such speech is not baseless or boneless. Words are just...
Rowan Finley3 months ago
Overstimulated
You feel overstimulated all the time, wonder how it began, searching for a sign. Layers of laundry on the floor stare, you wish you had the energy or the care. You don't even want to enter the kitchen...
Communitea Books3 months ago
In Retrospect
I picture them under a bridge, A graffiti backdrop, stepping over shell casings, Puddles, discarded lip synced poetry, silent Long winded echoed over the social media landscape, Pausing in passion, no...
Rowan Finley3 months ago
Through It All, We Go
With me stand Through life grand Forever soul mates Stress never abates Cortisol levels rising Looking bigger sizing Hand in hand Heart by heart Mind touching mind Body to body We are living Best shot...
Lenny Cabrera3 months ago
Banksy Mindset
"They demoralized the faithless and laugh in religious faces, tell us to believe in them, that they provide the grey spaces, tell them they can't believe in god if they don't believe in Jesus, tell th...