slam poetry
Slam poetry: that magical mix of rhythm and rhyme.
The Edge
What is the rush of it all? Why be in such a hurry to an early grave? After all, once you’ve lived life to it’s fullest, there is nothing else left to do………to feel. Who wants to get caught up in death’s trap, hanging upside down? Standing from the shadows of a place far beyond our own, watching as their world and everything they have ever known, crashing down like a thousand chandeliers. The rush of fear, the unknown, and what is yet to come. It is the Adrenaline, thumping through your pulse in your wrist. It is the Dopamine that is released through your nimble brain. The rush you feel is as if you can take over the world. Your attitude shifts from hasty, your soul very prudent, and your eyes give the look of fearlessness. I am not one to live life on the edge, simply because I am the edge. I am the nonchalant, impulsive, and audacious rush that you feel all at once. Yes, the one that consumes your impervious ways and you too become the edge.
By Tierra Ola5 years ago in Poets
Set the Stage were Making Waves
Power power greed greed, what is it that we teach? Our outreach is over schemes all stemmed from dreams all for a means of a self esteem.Our self esteems that were spoke by blind gods that fling lightning rods and roll the thunder like all the muscle cars and hot rods are in line to create the times. Manifested political crimes this life isn't yours it's mine, i feel the rhythm and i think the rhymes. The change is yours and mine ,don't miss the time to shine. Master the temptations ,control the nations, influence the evaluations ,set the destinations ,develop the new creations, unite the segregations ,erase the addictive medications, push the knowledge to graduations, scholar the mind growing meditations, shower the vegetations, regulate the hesitations, hone in the targeted factions for inhiliations. Excuse the lies truths will rise no mask to hide no one to bribe. The satisfaction is sublime and when the clock stops we are out of time to travel the divine. Add an intervention to see the primanition of our decisions its all in my visions.
By Chris Montray’s Bent Logic5 years ago in Poets
