slam poetry

Slam poetry: that magical mix of rhythm and rhyme.

Stand Up
Synonyms take the place of what the disaster of the word alone stands for. All negative conjunctions towards each other interfere with the slow climb up the stairway to gold.
By Miss Riddle7 years ago in Poets
Yes I Am a Snowflake
Yes I am a snowflake Not because a generation thinks I'm coddled. The same generation that taught me I was an individual with my own special traits. The same generation that bribed me with participation trophies and stickers for doing what I was supposed to do. That's not why I'm a snowflake.
By Hannah Payne7 years ago in Poets
See?
I've told you, all...especially "you", that you've hurt me. Taken my open wounds, and filled it with ash and salt and desert me.
By ©I.M. "That Girl," Inure Muse7 years ago in Poets
Slam Poetry 1
At age six I realized I could sing. At 10 I wanted to be an author—nothing has changed since. At 12 I got my first ‘boyfriend,’ I’m sure you know how that love goes.
By Leigh Hooper7 years ago in Poets
Some Attitude
Being a woman, we are expected to walk with a kick in our step But the expectation is just an examination, Being a woman, we have our flaws;
By Kylee Orozco7 years ago in Poets
Lisa
Poor Lisa, I wish you would’ve met her. Real nice girl with a real bad set up. Broke for years, she was 16 years old Kicked out the house cause she fucked
By Tony7 years ago in Poets
Extraordinary Through Grace
She painted herself with words and let the oxygenated fresh air of the words of wisdom fuel the fire within Unorthodox and peculiar they called her
By Sharita Cormier7 years ago in Poets
Hmm...
I'm beginning to notice my bars... captivity was never really noticeable to me but now, I see them iron arms from floor to ceiling
By ©I.M. "That Girl," Inure Muse7 years ago in Poets
Relapse
Unsurprised, You let reintroduced animosity sucker-punch you, wanting to like it, But the hurt didn’t hurt the same. Why?
By Maison Ray7 years ago in Poets
Lest We Forget
Babe, I lifted you out of the ashes... like the Phoenix (from the fire). Carried you, with my love, you... perched on my back, grabbing and tearing at the feathers (of my wings)...
By ©I.M. "That Girl," Inure Muse7 years ago in Poets
Life in the Theatre
Lights. Camera. Music all throughout the theatre. People running all around. Director calling all the shots. Stage left and Stage right.
By Kelsie Cohu7 years ago in Poets
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