Slam poetry: that magical mix of rhythm and rhyme.
Change, we all want but never have it A better me is what I am needing But I can't have it, it seems like a far reach So self-doubt's next on the grocery list
By Harydo Neon7 years ago in Poets
Why am I angry? Why do I feel this fire inside, consuming my being, smoke clouding my mind? Why do I feel this tired inside, exhausted by exhaust fumes fuming from the dragon in my heart acting out of line?
By Yung Lo7 years ago in Poets
Got me catching feelings like a dream catcher catching dreams Only if you knew what it feels like to be like me. My hearts always racing for you like these bad men running as fast as they can from the cops;
By ITZ Jazmineee7 years ago in Poets
Saying whatever you have to, to get in between my thighs. You, pitiful creature. It doesn't have a face, your behavior.
By ©I.M. "That Girl," Inure Muse7 years ago in Poets
Pushin’ foreign cars, I’m a certified star When my pockets extra fat and my name is real large. Women throwin’ Bras under rain of heavy liquor,
By Tony7 years ago in Poets
The vampire at night, Such a fright, His delights, Give into his might; But not of strength, Of per-son-ality.
By A Darker Reality7 years ago in Poets
They don’t get what you’re trying to say, they don’t acknowledge what you feel, they don’t listen to what they’ve heard.
By Melanie Ernestina7 years ago in Poets
Do you know how it feels to be made fun of repeatedly? I do. To be made fun of for an extremely long period of time? I do.
By Young Poetic Queen7 years ago in Poets
Excuse me, you forgot to give back my heart. Did you forget you even had it? I remember clearly the day we exchanged gifts,
By Elizabeth Biz Diedrick7 years ago in Poets
If I had to use one word to describe my first love well... I couldn't. there is no way I could proclaim all the hurt
The end. I’ll start there and let time bend. In this cyclical cerebellum which divinity did send, We are living fast and slow in the dimensions of ‘when’.
By Catrina Linhard7 years ago in Poets
If you get offended when I say happiness is a choice, you are part of the problem. Many of us have met people at much less fortunate life situations,
