slam poetry

Slam poetry: that magical mix of rhythm and rhyme.

Reminder
Stop walking like you learned to float. You followed a different sheep who followed another onto his boat. Pretending humility can gloat as it slits its sisters throat;
By Kristal Schlichting8 years ago in Poets
If Only
If only I could say the words that are trapped in my throat If only I could let my tongue run and run It would sting most people, but who cares
By S N W8 years ago in Poets
The "D" Word
Drugs. Mind-Altering, Escape, Adrenaline. Fulfilling, Meaning, Heart-Beating. Dancing, Hoping, Third Eye Forming. Crying, Laughing, Running, Jumping.
By Michele Hastings8 years ago in Poets
The Concept of Assumption
The human mind Relies on the concept of assumption. Our minds Have been mechanized To assume what we have yet to know, Such as assuming a future for us—
By Ingrid Cortes8 years ago in Poets
It's You
I say no. You don't listen. I scream no. You all of a sudden look at me and are appalled and want to "keep your distance."
By MeMe Happy!8 years ago in Poets
America Is Ironic
Everyone wants to be filled with hate, People just want to be used. A desire to discriminate, Powers that have been abused.
By Leigha Goodwin8 years ago in Poets
Free
The sun is calling me All the voices in my head need a place to be set free. I need to be in a place where my thoughts have no place to hide.
By Rose Guyler8 years ago in Poets
Freeway
Freeway Look at that Pinto Old paint, new wheels, stopping and going Going where? Look at that Mercedes bitch What a snob that lady
By Bazooka Teaches8 years ago in Poets
Days of Our Life
Sunrise bright in the sky Parents are here at the worksite With the appearance of the chaos sight They are already suffering from their life.
By Nguyen Thi Thanh Huyen8 years ago in Poets
Toxic
Actually thinking I couldn't live without you. Heartache... Headaches... Constant lies and love ties and a demon on my back telling me to just die.
By Ashley Miller8 years ago in Poets
Upstairs Vegas
Him: That girl looks troubled and filled with insecurities, you think she'll mess with me? I wonder how many drinks it will take to open her cookie jar. I'll tell her she's pretty and when the doors are closed, ease her to her knees.
By Ashley Miller8 years ago in Poets
Blowjob to a Beretta
(The one thing I need to make very clear, this is not a suicide note, this is not a cry for help. This is poetry, from the heart, from my soul, I simply chose this perspective because it's the most evocative, the best way to express the emotions I have on this matter. Those of you who truly know me also know that I would never commit suicide. Now that that's out of the way, I hope you like it...)
By Ryan Cooper8 years ago in Poets