slam poetry

Slam poetry: that magical mix of rhythm and rhyme.

I'm Boring - I Say The Same Thing Every Day, And Now I'm 79 Years Old, Will You Love Me Still - I AM Still Alone, Desperate, I Am Still Boring
I woke up this morning, same like the morning before that, and the morning before that - will you LOVE me still! I woke up this morning, same like the morning before that, and the morning before that - will you LOVE me still!
By 365poetry5 days ago in Poets
Spam Calls. Top Story - November 2025.
In the first year I picked up every spam call in hopes it might be you I'd say hello, and if there was any hesitation on the other line I would wait
By Mezmur6 days ago in Poets
This Was How I Thought I Would Be, I Mean - I Guess, Like, I Guess, No Energy!
My birthday was last week, and like everybody else - I've literally been the only shadow in the house! My birthday was last week, and literally the house was empty, the "MOUSE", was in for some "good" surprise!
By 365poetry6 days ago in Poets
Psychedelic 😵‍💫 World by Rikki La Rouge
Psychedelic World is my first poetry book before Scenery of Society which would come years later. With this book I tried to get it published I sent it to all of the major publishers out there for example penguin publishing. There are two versions one is in English and the other one is written in Spanish. I did the illustrations for the work myself and it is true to the book being that it is a psychedelic drawing. I can’t explain the meaning of the drawing other than that it’s just cool and a snapshot of the machinations of my mind.
By Revista Miko6 days ago in Poets
Remains of her
She never fully left. What remained stayed behind— quiet fragments of her scattered through the way I see the world.
By Krizzia BW7 days ago in Poets
Scenery of Society by Rikki La Rouge 🇬🇧 🇨🇦
Julio, every summer you come back and make me relive these tortuous memories. Julio, do you remember the day you almost drowned? I do. Julio, I can't escape your punishment. Julio, I want to know why you cursed me. July, I remember our difficult times before July, when we couldn't start again.
By Revista Miko7 days ago in Poets
The Torch Extinguished. Content Warning.
Introduction This pantoum is inspired by the amazing drawing by Kaja, granddaughter of Ralph McTell. I have done several anti-war pantoums and think the form is perfect for what this image says.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 7 days ago in Poets
Blue Blood in the Ballroom. Content Warning.
Welcome to the party, You’re just in time. They’re doing body shots, Though I wouldn’t join that line. / Don’t forget your
By CT Idlehouse7 days ago in Poets
Valentine’s Day, With You
Valentine’s Day arrives in red and light, But all it really brings is you. The world writes love in roses and skies,
By Artical Media7 days ago in Poets
Two Hearts, One Quiet World
In the hush between your breath and mine, I find a home I didn’t know I missed. Your hand fits into my doubts just right,
By Artical Media7 days ago in Poets
Inked Skin
Sometimes steps echo in places she no longer lives. She runs in place while destinations change— doing whatever it takes
By Marcus Hill8 days ago in Poets
How to Bury Anger Without a Funeral
Start by holding it. Not like a newborn— more like a grenade you forgot how to throw. Keep the pin in your teeth just in case
By Marcus Hill8 days ago in Poets