slam poetry

Slam poetry: that magical mix of rhythm and rhyme.

A Slam for 2020
Who let these frogs out? Chasing and looking for something to stick to. They want to enter my reality and tell me that I just need to push through. But I been pushing. Yo. I been stomping. Yo. But I STILL ain't seen the flies that you ain't eat. Ya feel me?
By Deana Barnes6 years ago in Poets
Perfection
A little boy born with a silver spoon Got all he wanted even a golden room Dad, a marvelous man with a heart Mom, a spectacular queen with no cat
By Jay Logan6 years ago in Poets
When She’s Angry
She was angry, I saw that immediately. She scowled at me so familiarly. And I had to hold back my smile, I don’t want to piss her off more. But since we’ve been friends for a while I know what a treat I’m in for.
By Joshua N (wordē)6 years ago in Poets
Poem: "Upend"
All my entries are like a scientist's progress notes It seems like ages since the last time that we spoke Trying to inspire myself with all the words I wrote
By Kirk Pineda, LMHC (aka "DEUXQANE")6 years ago in Poets
Shut up, and read
Shut up and read. And let me smoke my joint. I’m trying to medicate my way to happiness. Hopefully, the melody of THC will immobilize me,
By ©I.M. "That Girl," Inure Muse6 years ago in Poets
Yup! Untitled
I know it’s a little unbridled, but that’s where I’m at now. No labels, and no fucks, are given. I just need to keep moving forward now and try,
By ©I.M. "That Girl," Inure Muse6 years ago in Poets
Shortcuts
Making money comes with a price Thieves also play a game of chess The bag of Money, King in this life's game So they play well, not to get a checkmate
By Jay Logan6 years ago in Poets
The Man Behind The Man
Congrats mom, it's a baby boy Little did she know he was also a killjoy Baby Jay ,a sweet harmless male child The physical appearace of Logan, so wild
By Jay Logan6 years ago in Poets
Busy body
Busy body Busy body busy bodies are in all in my face. Trying to pump you for information. As if there in a race. Busy body busy body
By wiseorsourquotes pdMason6 years ago in Poets
Not Little Girl
I am not a little girl anymore I am not the same girl you once knew I am not the same... maybe it was you that changed me
By Scarlett Marie6 years ago in Poets
Body love
I wasn't sure whether I didn't love myself. Or if loving had become little to do with the way I appeared, and more to do with my invisible qualities.
By Tinker Kennedy6 years ago in Poets
Missteps
Mistakes Of What do I stand accused, You seem to want to blame me, For everything that goes wrong In your life. I can feel that your glares that rest on my back. But not one will confront or say of what I am accused, at least not to my face.
By wiseorsourquotes pdMason6 years ago in Poets