slam poetry

Slam poetry: that magical mix of rhythm and rhyme.

The End of My Days
The end of my days will come from jumping off a cliff for you. But really you pushed me off. I know your twisted ways. Where a friend's a friend until you're done.
By Becca Desta8 years ago in Poets
Depression
You tell me you're my friend but you're really a coward, After everything you put me through and you got up and left. They say you can rely on your friends and family but all that's left is dust like powder,
By Helena Sparks8 years ago in Poets
Wandering Thoughts
She is a plant Not just any plant But the kind that, if you think she’s wilting Just give her a little water and sun —————————————————-
By Lyndsie Jines8 years ago in Poets
Anxiety
I've started to realize I spend more time contemplating my life with you I didn't even realize that I was actually spending time without you
By Cassandra Berice8 years ago in Poets
Home
Someone calls this place "home"When they return from being far awayFrom the twisting, winding roadsAnd the lights that flash at night.The same lights that reflect over the great lake,The lights that bring the ships to sleep,Those lights are guiding someone home.The winding roads that scale the hill,The mountain, the canyon, what have you...Cars zip by and twist and turn,Taking their drivers back home.As the night sky appears and the stars arrive,People forget to look out their windowsAt the great city beneath them.Ogle for a moment.Take it all in.This is your home, you are here every day,But what of the life below?
By Jessica Snow8 years ago in Poets
As I Look Into the Mirror
As I look into the mirror. My reflection stares back at me. A light-skinned Black man. Full of hopes and dreams. Ambitions and a hidden motivation.
By Trey Stevens8 years ago in Poets
Sightlines of Songbirds
I am a fantasy monger Hoarding in my hippocampus All the dreams I lean upon To get me through the day Speaking of which
By Natalie Schaffer8 years ago in Poets
Dragons
I keep thinking about being 13 And walking to the drugstore with a friend In November At 8:00 in the evening Our sweaters and laughter in our chests kept us warm
By Jinx Farrah8 years ago in Poets
Anxiety
Anxiety is like the monster living under your bed. Creeping up before you making you scream and heavily breathe. Anxiety, like the bully at school, except unlike the bully at school you can't run home. Because this bully resides in your bones.
By Js10308 years ago in Poets
Broken
She goes out just before the dawn, The ground still damp with morning dew. To breath in the calm wet air, That smells of rain and soft earth.
By Rauce The-sauce8 years ago in Poets
Orange Monster
They say that nothing rhymes with orange, well nothing rhymes with monster either, Thinkin now it’s got a voice and that of a deceiver,
By B T8 years ago in Poets
Everyone’s 2016 Sucked
I leave Baker’s, a week and a half into the new year, Sunday night; after a double at the theater. I'm on my way down Leavenworth, king-size doobie for a king-size shift, I have purchased a bottle of wine for my sorrows and some vegan ‘thingies’ for my ex-girlfriend/roommate, and now there's a cyclist on the road, and I'm going to just swoop around you and— Oh shit.
By Joke Marfsky8 years ago in Poets