slam poetry

Slam poetry: that magical mix of rhythm and rhyme.

Inked Skin
Sometimes steps echo in places she no longer lives. She runs in place while destinations change— doing whatever it takes
By Marcus Hillabout 6 hours ago in Poets
How to Bury Anger Without a Funeral
Start by holding it. Not like a newborn— more like a grenade you forgot how to throw. Keep the pin in your teeth just in case
By Marcus Hillabout 7 hours ago in Poets
I Talk to Myself Because
I talk to myself because I’m the only one who answers me in a language I’m not ashamed to hear. Some days, I spit prayers into mirrors
By Marcus Hillabout 8 hours ago in Poets
How to Carry Loneliness Without Letting It Swallow You
First, treat it like a stray animal. Don’t look it in the eyes. Don’t run. Just sit still long enough for it to believe
By Marcus Hillabout 8 hours ago in Poets
1st things first
Resist unholy Antidisestablishment- arianism XXXXXX For John and Paul's Three-Word Haiku/Senryu Unofficial Challenge Before anyone can issue a challenge to the form of my haiku, let me set forth my defense that NOWHERE in the rules do the worthy judges state that each line must consist ofa word. And I quote: "Must be a haiku/senryu consisting of just three words, following the usual syllable demands of 5-7-5."
By Sonia Heidi Unruhabout 12 hours ago in Poets
The Weirdest Thing I Have Ever Done
Like if I were to ask a person what's your favourite thing to do!? He, or perhaps she might say - listen come over and let's chill with two!?
By 365poetryabout 15 hours ago in Poets
I'm Not Angry. Content Warning.
🄸’🄼 🄽🄾🅃 🅁🄴🄰🄳🅈 I am groping in the darkness I’ve been chained and left to rot in. I am the keeper of the whispering beginning and spectacular end. I can rewrite the path in every color and scent. Still, it abruptly ends again and again.
By K.B. Silver about 16 hours ago in Poets
Dear February,Teach Me Softness
Dear February, teach me softness... not the kind that breaks, but the kind that bends without losing its shape. Teach me how to be gentle
By Muhammad Haroon khana day ago in Poets
I'm "Cross-Eyed" - The Way He Makes Me Feel, I'm Like, "Dying" To Sl #$%. His Mama!
So like he said; "you're kind of sweet"! I said; what do you mean!? He said; "I'm a player, and you are the best person I can never have"!
By 365poetrya day ago in Poets
The "COLD" Sore Problem, Like I Need Another Reason To Be A Jamaican - Brrrrrrr
99 problems, and now this chick decides that I'm going to be problem number one! 99 problems, and the way she tells me - I need comforters, like Mary need Moses, or was it Sharon meeting Jean!
By 365poetrya day ago in Poets
The Things That Never Arrive
There are things you can want with your whole body and still never be chosen by. This is not a failure of language or posture
By Hannah Lamberta day ago in Poets
Instructions for Feeling
First— remove your armor slowly. Do not rip it off. Grief startles easy. Hope does too. Unbuckle the lies you learned early:
By Hannah Lamberta day ago in Poets