Slam poetry: that magical mix of rhythm and rhyme.
I had a dream, about you... your mom was also dying from the same, shit that took your grandmother too. And you were a frantic and displaced man.
By ©I.M. "That Girl," Inure Muse6 years ago in Poets
Trapped in my own truth. Miseducation has reared its ugly head submerged my ignorance in the saliva in my mouth. And at once, my words became sharp; and frequently uncouth.
Neon, let me in, I can take care of your skeletons I think you have punished me enough for the abandoning Don't let all of this consume you
By Harydo Neon6 years ago in Poets
Change, we all want but never have it A better me is what I am needing But I can't have it, it seems like a far reach So self-doubt's next on the grocery list
Why am I angry? Why do I feel this fire inside, consuming my being, smoke clouding my mind? Why do I feel this tired inside, exhausted by exhaust fumes fuming from the dragon in my heart acting out of line?
By Yung Lo6 years ago in Poets
Got me catching feelings like a dream catcher catching dreams Only if you knew what it feels like to be like me. My hearts always racing for you like these bad men running as fast as they can from the cops;
By ITZ Jazmineee6 years ago in Poets
Saying whatever you have to, to get in between my thighs. You, pitiful creature. It doesn't have a face, your behavior.
Pushin’ foreign cars, I’m a certified star When my pockets extra fat and my name is real large. Women throwin’ Bras under rain of heavy liquor,
By Tony6 years ago in Poets
The vampire at night, Such a fright, His delights, Give into his might; But not of strength, Of per-son-ality.
By A Darker Reality6 years ago in Poets
They don’t get what you’re trying to say, they don’t acknowledge what you feel, they don’t listen to what they’ve heard.
By Melanie Ernestina6 years ago in Poets
Do you know how it feels to be made fun of repeatedly? I do. To be made fun of for an extremely long period of time? I do.
By Young Poetic Queen6 years ago in Poets
Excuse me, you forgot to give back my heart. Did you forget you even had it? I remember clearly the day we exchanged gifts,
By Elizabeth Biz Diedrick6 years ago in Poets
