slam poetry

Slam poetry: that magical mix of rhythm and rhyme.

Shape the World
Who’s the one who says that minds are depraved? Sure, there are those who commit wrongdoing. But that is off from what the brain has craved.
By Skyler Saunders7 years ago in Poets
Sweetie
I wish 🎶I could talk to you, and explain things... I f*cking wish we never stopped talking because of some half-wit slag, pretending to be your friend. I told you I never liked them...
By ©I.M. "That Girl," Inure Muse7 years ago in Poets
Three Things to Live For
I've lived my life in search of three things: One: The gentle kiss of a caring lover. The electricity of her lips, the tenderness of her smile as we share a moment of silence for the lovers we've left behind. Politely waving at the tides closing in on the ocean of anxiety, littered with possibilities of liquor-fueled lonely nights.
By Neil Blake7 years ago in Poets
Writer
You write, putting down the pretty, pretty words. Elongating your vocabulary with a condescending tone. You find yourself magnificent and your readers luckier than lucky to absorb them.
By Kathryn Parker7 years ago in Poets
To Be Honest...
Once upon a time... You used to be the Taurus to my vehicle to the stars. My endless youth...encapsulated in those big dreamy beautiful pools of chocolate eyes, until...
By ©I.M. "That Girl," Inure Muse7 years ago in Poets
Hey Babe...
Let me check Damn... I was so skinny in those pics. I was so stressed and depressed. Bad, bad, times... Today at 8:08 AM No
By ©I.M. "That Girl," Inure Muse7 years ago in Poets
No Cause for Concern
Please don't be concerned by all these words That oxidize when I set them down The ink gets blurred And starts tattooing frown lines in my brow
By Violet P. Davies7 years ago in Poets
Eggshell Treadmill. Top Story - November 2018.
I feel things that shouldn't matter But they do to me, and I don't want them to Which makes me want to punch a wall I feel like the world is a treadmill
By Violet P. Davies7 years ago in Poets
Type
I'm just gonna type, type till I can't be arsed to type know more, type till I have misspelled every thing because I'm not paying any attention, type till the sun comes up because I can, type because I'm able to type with my hands, type till the world stops spinning round, type all the adventures i can imagine, type all my great memories I have encountered, type till my eyes are sleepy, type because I'm not sleepy, type because my girlfriend is asleep, type because I have nothing better to do, type because I am able to type, type to appreciate I have touch screen, type because I can type fast, type doesn't even sound like type know more, type reminds me of tripe if that's a thing, type rhymes with wipe, type is spelt weird? Type? How does that make sense? Type? Typing? Tapping? Topping? Shopping? Hopping? Stopping? Stomping? Nope… just type…
By Danny Hartley7 years ago in Poets
Donald Trump Rap Diss
Candidates I assassinate for their fascist hate, like Donald T You aren’t stoppin' me, I do armed robbery The White House is more white now, I try to see
By James Vail7 years ago in Poets
Modern
No I don’t know the solution, Wrongly entitled retribution, Take away the modern day, Wrapped up or eat in babe? Falling for the scars of war,
By Wolfgang Styko7 years ago in Poets
The Millionth Poem About Rape
You say I'm a baby, that it makes me childish to be afraid to walk to the public restrooms alone But what you don't know is
By Skylar Cribb7 years ago in Poets