slam poetry

Slam poetry: that magical mix of rhythm and rhyme.

Brain-Coaster
I think I'm more like a cat and my husband is a corpse. Lying in bed, he falls asleep so fast and I lay scanning the room, twiddling my fingers. My mind wanders to many different and obscure ideas, thoughts and tasks for right now, tomorrow and the future.
By Mel Rein8 years ago in Poets
That Deadly Red Sea
Used to smoke meth Joke about death Choke in a sesh Rope around neck Wake in cold sweats Razor Gillette Blade to my neck
By James Harrison8 years ago in Poets
Another Day, Another Squalor
Waking up like oh no, again? Waking up broke again Just broke my pen Good thing I have an iPhone to vent I need a loan for rent
By James Harrison8 years ago in Poets
When People Say
Parents say, “I can’t stand her.” “She’ll be the death of me.” “I’m too old for this.”People say she needs to take care of herself,Stop being overdramatic.Her guardians can’t take care of her forever.Eventually, she’ll be on her own.
By Riel Redwolf8 years ago in Poets
Mr. Policeman
To serve and protect Protect me from who? Because it should be you This hypocritical saying you wear that badge like your crown mr police man don't say you're here to keep me safe
By Dominique Arriaga8 years ago in Poets
Neighborhood Lessons
Lessons not learned in a classroom. Blackboard streets and they have one thing to teach It's neighborhood lessons so lets begin this class because all I can hear are the screeches
By Dominique Arriaga8 years ago in Poets
A Weapon. Top Story - January 2018.
I possess a weapon. That's right. You read that correctly. I have a weapon. It's perfectly legal, Yet it's more powerful
By Matt Martin8 years ago in Poets
Spiritual Awakening by Kenneth Poeticninja Davis
A new year im focused, clean slate or so it seems this is unlike no other dream ive chased, pardon my mistakes set to humiliate...
By Kenneth Davis8 years ago in Poets
Angry Girlfriend
Missing the obsession of scribbling my own name. Missing to impress myself Missing all the times worrying about me problems
By Alicia Wright8 years ago in Poets
Deadbeat
You always hear things like "Daddy's little girl" To be his girl, I'd guess you'd need a daddy in the equation. Like 2+2x3+6/1=18
By Renee McGowen8 years ago in Poets
Clearance Aisle Goods
Describing my depression to you is as impossible as for one buried alive to lift his gravestone. Everything you say rings like the church bell when it strikes 12, carries the stench of failure.
By Renee McGowen8 years ago in Poets
Free Will
Theres a thing called free will: The ability to act at one’s own discretion. But every movement Requires introspection
By Scarlen Severino8 years ago in Poets