slam poetry

Slam poetry: that magical mix of rhythm and rhyme.

I Can't Feel Love
I curse in my poetry now, like a sailor. You fucked up my mind, like you were mixing edibles with tequila. You never loved me,
By Alexia Villanueva8 years ago in Poets
That's Deep
The Struggle, Deepness, Depression, and Kill life is taking over so grab a shield. You say you're from no set but they take you still. Red, Blue nation not about that life. Born in the ghetto with everyone I know. Before school and work mothers treated dirt. Kids on the floor niggas on the kitchen table. Guns pointed at babies at birth what you thinking. People getting shot on their front porch that's the life I live and it hurt. So if you don't know the struggle that's real don't say life is hard until you're living where they kill!
By Pooka Mitchell8 years ago in Poets
Dear Trump
After thirteen I forgot what it meant To know pride from my parents Perhaps I wasn’t looking hard enough Perhaps they were showing me in their own way
By Montana Rose8 years ago in Poets
The Wake
For far too long I've been feeling lame with nothing to lose and nothing to gain. Looking for the answer on another's paper without realizing we aren't taking the same test. My peers dropping A-bomb judgements where there is no True room to contest. Believing that choosing to not feed into this broken system is to fall short of individual best. How do you know what path I should lead better than the heart can see? Clouded expectations of where I'm supposed to be creates my valued reality. Not completely comprehending why I'm trying to fit in isn't Truly me since society's lies and secular pride have deceived my mind into this life I reap. Taught to hold on to pain and animosity against those who have betrayed this muscle that beats. Placing the blame on everyone except the mirror I meet due to this fear of trauma held subconsciously. Only through persistent introspection am I able to create a new perception aligned with a free flowing mentality on this actuality.
By Matthew Hernandez8 years ago in Poets
Heartbreak Club
I’m a member of the Heartbreak Club baby, The club of those rebel vandal girls, who smoked menthols outside of class in the rain and snuck burning vodka in their water bottles.
By Kaya Terlaak8 years ago in Poets
Oppression
To be perfection takes years of oppression, Hiding, lying, denying Crucifying all your morals and strengths to be the walking picture perfect magazine,
By Cassie Ostin8 years ago in Poets
Where the Money Flows
Good fortune flows like The money that goes ‘Round the world. It is Fluid like water Washing through all of The accounts on Earth.
By Skyler Saunders8 years ago in Poets
Business Lady
She looks at spreadsheets. All of them remind Her of the start of Her work. She did not Set out on this day To recall her past
By Skyler Saunders8 years ago in Poets
Die, FLI
No class for the rich Now the poor get more. Forget about the Class. It matters not. Affirmative in Their ways to school the
By Skyler Saunders8 years ago in Poets
Nice to See You Again
Hi there. It's been a while. Nice to see you again. Lately, I haven't spoken much. And the words I have spoke have been so hollow,
By Matt Martin8 years ago in Poets
Our Girl
That white jump suit cause her friends say “babe that suits you” She’s no coat to cover skin or cover up the temporary self esteem boost she’s covered in.
By Electric Champagne8 years ago in Poets
Say Anything
I needed every reason to believe it was okay you invited me to your party, so sure of course you liked me and when i got there you kept handing me drinks and telling me i "looked good" and that this "felt right"
By Amber Paulison8 years ago in Poets