slam poetry

Slam poetry: that magical mix of rhythm and rhyme.

The Black Curtain
A Word Wrong are our memories Telling us a dream was a reality That we were meant to be That we hadn’t ever fought
By Tiana Wolfe8 years ago in Poets
The Bars of Shame
You found me sad. But what happiness, Does an outcast have? For baby, I’m a prisoner. A prisoner shackled, To iron bars,
By Chloe A 8 years ago in Poets
Charity Case
Every “charity case” I’ve ever met has been a fighter. And you? You’ve never had to fight for anything in your life. You’ve never fought for justice, one safe night, or the right to even exist.
By Kaya Terlaak8 years ago in Poets
Leave and Live with It
What is it? Is it my natural hair, or my lighter complexion? Is it my more favorable features, or the curve of my figure? Is it the way my eyes light up, or the way my smile brings joy?
By Amy Reincarnated8 years ago in Poets
Conversing with My Mind
Sometimes I wonder. . . If the powerfulness of my mind is equal to the progressions of my thoughts. Which take over my soul and dig deep into the motions of my heart.
By Kiaysha Jackson8 years ago in Poets
Short End of the Stick
Short end of the stick, man I’m so tired of this sh**! Ground breaking too quick, ain’t this about a blimp. They label everything; Go ahead and label this then!!
By Kiaysha Jackson8 years ago in Poets
Pissed
Pissed. That’s how I feel right now. Quite honestly, I can’t say why. It’s like the whole world crumbles because of a gnat.
By Bradley Levi8 years ago in Poets
A Thought
She is sand Trapped in a glass Tilted this way and that By the hand of God She is water Trickling over rocks Built into an Earth
By Sarah Micetich8 years ago in Poets
My Body’s a Temple
They say your body’s a temple you must keep it clean, but no temple has seen the things I have seen. Nor has it heard the things I have heard,
By Meka Young8 years ago in Poets
Genuine Breakdown
ARE YOU NOT FUCKING SATISFIED, DON'T LIE TO ME. I SEE IT IN YOUR EYES. I CAN'T GIVE YOU WHAT YOU DESIRE. DOES THAT ITCH THE LONELY IN YOU? DOES IT MAKE YOU CRY THAT YOU'VE SETTLED FOR SOMETHING LESS THAN WHAT YOU COULD HAVE HAD? YOU LIKED, TOUCHED, AND FUCKED HER AND STILL CLAIM TO LOVE ME.
By Namrata :)8 years ago in Poets
9 December
His voice is like whiplash Throw me through the windscreen His words unfastened my seat-belt His warmth deceived me He said "let me be your safe place"
By Megan Taylor8 years ago in Poets
Alone
this is a tricky thing at first i have no idea what im doing with anything and want to cry then the next everything is perfectly in line
By Skylar Cribb8 years ago in Poets