slam poetry

Slam poetry: that magical mix of rhythm and rhyme.

Let's Build a Force
Some women, instead of empowering they hate. They recreate your character. Evaluate you at a different rate. Plugging you in to a different adapter.
By Crissy DXCII7 years ago in Poets
I Am Me!
I imagine being beautiful. I imagine what it’s like not having to deal with insecurities. I imagine being a different girl.
By Young Poetic Queen7 years ago in Poets
The Real Politicians Don't Need to Run for Office
Is my microphone on? Can I talk to you for just a second Stop with all the protesting, the disparagement It’s not advancing you, it’s not aiding your growth
By savage writer7 years ago in Poets
Oh, God!
Oh, God! Why did you create humans? You must be exultant, when they started off well. You gave them power and the knowledge of religions
By Hitarth Raval7 years ago in Poets
Black Widow
Spin your webs. Trick the plebs. Trap the flies, Using your lies. Cut open their hearts, Shatter their arts. Rip through their hopes,
By Mel E. Furnish7 years ago in Poets
The Menace of University Heights, Newark
It’s time for me to prove myself once again A’ight, look Which form of storytelling do you want me to bring to life first
By savage writer7 years ago in Poets
Beautiful Blessing
To all of the people who never want to pronounce my name correctly, My grandma did not name me Yemima so that I could mispronounce it just for it to
By Young Poetic Queen7 years ago in Poets
The Still
Cracked up, Cold, Dusty and old. At least that’s what he was told. He danced for the word But his mind was completely
By Bianca Wargo7 years ago in Poets
Billy, Grim, and Mandy
yes, you know my flow game is sick rhythms are crazy, they’ll leaved you twisted like a rubix this ain’t a cube nor is it aerobics
By savage writer7 years ago in Poets
When I Thought I Could Read Minds
Yesterday I realized that I'm kind of broken. Not damaged, but fractured and split into pieces. Like a computer desperately needing a disk defrag & cleanup, everything is there just really messed up and barely connected. So much clutter and nonsense, running really slowly.
By MJ Dunn7 years ago in Poets
Nevermind
... I was going to tell you, this is the album, to which, I'm listening. While the rage and spite in my pen keep the ink glistening.
By ©I.M. "That Girl," Inure Muse7 years ago in Poets
Just Words...
Words, and sentiment... good intentions, and promises; that are never kept. And in the end, everybody's left, cold, heartless, broken, abandoned... desolate... and emotionally, spent. And when all else, fails? Some of us run to our nearest place of worship to repent.
By ©I.M. "That Girl," Inure Muse7 years ago in Poets