Slam poetry: that magical mix of rhythm and rhyme.
I love that you love to be loved A desperate desire you’ve got to search for Sleep is for the weak Bare feet down Wall Street
By kmcaulley7 years ago in Poets
There's no love in this place anymore just fake news, Tabloids, cock sucking with Altoids, Brazzers, big-breasted bitches and bad sex;
By ©I.M. "That Girl," Inure Muse7 years ago in Poets
The Shadow of Who I Really Am Few Know Because I Don't Want To Show the Real Person that I Am That I Have a Crazy Side, Really I Do
By Rowan Finley 7 years ago in Poets
I am a poet, a silent storm, a gentle wind that kisses your neck; or a rage that suffocates your soul. I AM A POET... I am a story brought to life, I give meaning to your words, I am your inner child reborn.
By Christine Clancy7 years ago in Poets
"... I had a dream, he came to me... The musical mystic man swam, deep within the midsts of my melancholy, see? Despite the black, wavy waters...
I didn't realize how hard it would be watching my wife miscarry. Being married for just six short months, it feels like so much has occurred in such a short time.
The taste of sugar on lollipops taste like sin. Like razors that have been put in the place of sprinkles. I knock my glass of water onto my barely touched plate of dinner.
By Henri Goulding7 years ago in Poets
Ana helps me with my homework, usually math. Gym, Ana loves the gym. Ana made me love the gym too. I mean, look at her, she’s so pretty, she tells me I can be as pretty as her. She whispers encouragement during dinner time.
You’ve never worked a job you’ve enjoyed Always wondering who to avoid Infectious tongue of a lie Drains you and makes you old
By Ryan McDonagh7 years ago in Poets
I thank you, sir, for all you have done For me over the past few years. The endless comments of how I will never Amount to anything. I faced my fears
By Joshua Lino-da Costa7 years ago in Poets
At first glance, Material such as Hannah Montana and Avatar Only quench the thirst for entertainment That expresses itself as boredom.
By Monique Star7 years ago in Poets
Starting as a Mini Mo, The product of Philo Farnsworth's reproductive species Has been the sun to 9 branches of my eagerness,
