slam poetry

Slam poetry: that magical mix of rhythm and rhyme.

The Real Me
What about the real me? The smart, vicious, mouthy girl no one wants to see? The girl who won’t sleep with you more than three times gotta rewind go back to a peaceful time, peace of mind.
By Kaya Terlaak7 years ago in Poets
Resurrection
I feel like I'm stuck in trenches while my friends around me are growing, taller than trees building barbed wire fences. Feeling so lonely I could die, or maybe I should get up and eat the last slice of pie because I eat my emotions the same way a crackhead gets high,
By Brianna Hernandez8 years ago in Poets
The Hive
Welcome to the Hive With more pricks than porcupines Derelicts abundance Don't associate with dormant minds Outside of mine
By Kenneth Davis8 years ago in Poets
Family Demise
Bloodline lies thicker than layers of dirt, Spouting comforters to cover up the truth, They say water erodes, Yet restores the circle,
By Cassie Perry8 years ago in Poets
Breathe In
So this is what it's been all about Bertha G? It's been about you wanting to come out and see? To swim in the rivers and sit among trees?
By MCBerthaG Divinity8 years ago in Poets
Wishlist
If goodness is a weakness Then hatred a better attribute, A Narcissistic feature The only language this world computes Automaton in various colors
By Kenneth Davis8 years ago in Poets
Great Things
See I'm destined for great things And I believe it wholeheartedly Or else I'd never grasp The writing a part of me A blessing, to some a gift
By Kenneth Davis8 years ago in Poets
Home
Memories: They flee her mind, But they sit like boulders in her chest. She’s waited 18 years for this moment. 18 years long years spent reading textbooks about everything from
By hannah irelan8 years ago in Poets
I'm Not Un-Fine Anymore
Why are you depressed? You have no reason to be. You have a home. You have food, and you have me. You have a father and siblings and a million reasons to be happy. So why make me bitter with your tears? Why remind me of my past years? Why make me question my parenting and the love I've given you? Was it not enough?
By Jasmin Rivas8 years ago in Poets
I Wish I Could Be Twenty Something // Salt Wounds+Midnight Blues
I wish I could be twenty something so I could be the right girl for you. Twenty two; the same age and be the white girlfriend
By Lauren Day8 years ago in Poets
Truth
Do not doubt what I know that I am about. Nothing will bring frustration to my soul than pain. It's truth that pain will start my gain.
By LaNesha "SoBetta" Stile8 years ago in Poets
Two-way Mirror
It must be fun. The act you play. You see social media these days lets you portray whatever false pretense you wish to present.
By Anxious Dilemmas8 years ago in Poets