Slam poetry: that magical mix of rhythm and rhyme.
~~~ Stop the violence. I don't care if you're right or wrong, What side of the fence you sit on, Tall, thin, straight, queer, or anything in between.
By Rain Dayze2 days ago in Poets
The bee hasn't said hello to you, the function of it is to provide HONEY !? This bee hasn't moved, and also, haven't said hello to you, the function of it is to provide HONEY !?
By 365poetry3 days ago in Poets
I'm trying to understand the capacity of our thoughts !? The capacity of our words as we think of things from the past.. The capacity of engaging with a person, a name, or a page - the capacity to experience life more than what it is these stage !?
If you live in America and you feel really bad about the problems in this country today then no matter what political viewpoint you have
By Justiss Goode3 days ago in Poets
I’m out and about Strutting through the daffodils Flicking back my hair Doing my thing I feel your stares I hear your whispers
By Mother Combs3 days ago in Poets
Last night I had the picture of you beside me on my bed, as I lay my burdens at the "FEET" of the person sitting next to me !?
Who enrolled me in the program to................... "get pregnant" !? Who did that most stupidest thing !? Well, they would say the future is important, but who keeps enrolling me in things that makes NO sense !?
So today right, I saw like a stain on a clothing ITEM !? I'm thinking, I didn't wash it properly !?... I'm known to be the worst person in LIFE, the WORST !!
Introduction Just a bit of observational fun in a humorous ghazal before I go to Scotland. The music is "Down and Out", the best song from "And Then There Were Three" and appropriate for this (in my opinion) by Genesis.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 4 days ago in Poets
Under the peeling, floral wallpaper, a wretched rumor of rot begins to rewrite the resonance in the room. Brown cigarette stains leak,
By Lolly Vieira4 days ago in Poets
Nothing lights my fire like false accusations, wood for the pyre to burn this witch with justification. But I don’t weigh the same as a duck
By Harper Lewis4 days ago in Poets
Ever get a compliment that’s all surface, hiding an insult disguised on purpose? Ever get the sensation of being conned and played
