slam poetry

Slam poetry: that magical mix of rhythm and rhyme.

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.
By Katie Hundley7 years ago in Poets
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
By peace Akadinma7 years ago in Poets
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
By Zulma Bermudez7 years ago in Poets
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
By Brent Horling7 years ago in Poets
Movement Revolution
The movementis swift. A giftfrom the revolutionsof Earth, the universe. A body hitsThe floor;gives birthto a new move,a new wayto rotate,a new wayto glide.It is exerciseand art combined;a body suspendedin time; no wayto press rewindas innovationand creativityhas been achieved.The dancers breathe,believe in who they are
By Christopher Sims7 years ago in Poets
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.
By Alys Farley-Pineau7 years ago in Poets
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
By alexis weiss7 years ago in Poets
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
By alexis weiss7 years ago in Poets
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
By Charlie Adeola7 years ago in Poets
Applaud the Poet
Applaud The poet. Applaudhis blood,sweat, tears. Applaudhis twenty-oneYears of writing,performing,expressing,traveling,unravelingthe reasonbehind hisrhyme.
By Christopher Sims7 years ago in Poets
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
By Daisy Andrews7 years ago in Poets
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
By Crystal Melville7 years ago in Poets