slam poetry
Slam poetry: that magical mix of rhythm and rhyme.
My Wind Cometh
I'm watching the skies, knowing that a wind is making it's way to pick up my sails and progress my journey. See it's only a matter of time, so time doesn't really matter, as I wait and watch the skies for signs of this wind of mine, who is at this very moment pushing at great speeds, and moving with great force to arrive at the very point where he knows that I wait and watch the skies for his approach. Where he and I will begin our terrific voyage.
By Lindelani Mnisi7 years ago in Poets
B.O.M.B.S
Goddamn, I’m a train wreck, car crash, pile up,Percocet, ripped jeans, wine stains, goodbyeI forget the last time I spoke to you withoutregret and trepidation digging holesthrough my gut, tongue, toes, knees, the wayI need you needy needy needy, I want our nosesto touch and speak to me in lyrics only I wouldknow – because you know me indelicatelylike coke and codeine exhumed from mytonsils every time I say your name withsecrecy or riddles that only you could solveliving in the poverty of your old age
By Seneca Basoalto7 years ago in Poets
