slam poetry

Slam poetry: that magical mix of rhythm and rhyme.

Tangled Quicksand
I reach for you through shifting ground, But every step pulls me deeper, Where echoes of anger coil around The whispered love I keep in secret. Your eyes are both anchor and abyss, A storm I cannot tame nor flee. The past and present intertwist, A future that refuses to be. I fight the pull of your memory, Yet find solace in the ache. Quicksand heart, wild and free, I sink willingly, yet awake. No bridge can span this fractured space, No word undo the tangled trace. Love and rage, a twisted dance, An impossible future caught in chance.
By Sahir E Shafqat4 days ago in Poets
Time Spent
I wish we could spend more time together But no, even that's a lie. We could. We can. We have free will. I wish we chose what we said we wanted.
By Hailey Marchand-Nazzaro4 days ago in Poets
Are You Okay with Fucking Me Too?. Content Warning.
My wife and I thought we could accomplish this online We searched for guys who would do her, with me on the sideline ~That turned out to be a daunting chore!
By Lightning Bolt ⚡4 days ago in Poets
Choose the Glimmer
There are acts of kindness we cling to. Sadly, hatred waits in the queue. “I’m Jen” posts sometimes positive every day.
By Mary Haynes4 days ago in Poets
I'm Hurt - You Want To Know Why - Love "Cannot" Flow From The Sides - It Doesn't Really Make Sense - WHO Said That !?
Okay, let's pretend this is my side !? Let's pretend these are my ribs, and my bones - my SIDES !? Let's pretend these are the people who are with ME !?
By 365poetry4 days ago in Poets
Our Queer Kids
Between locker-slammed prophecies and cafeteria psalms, they provide combinations to ultraviolet funhouses — Quantum superpositions of mascara and masks,
By Paul Aaron Domenick5 days ago in Poets
To: The monsters under my bed.... Content Warning.
To: The monsters under my bed... I still love you quietly, gently at a distance where my love cannot be seen I still love you
By Lolly Vieira5 days ago in Poets
Set ablaze to the web
Kiss me or kill me it won’t matter to still cells feeling nothing and numbness will cast away your spells the moment before the bang
By Ruhani Khadijah5 days ago in Poets
thee art
Thee art of being black, thee art of fighting back there is no art, just good consequence for years of forced silence.
By Ruhani Khadijah5 days ago in Poets
I'm Sorry, I Stepped Into Some "Sewage Water" One Time - The Whole Day Was Like "Miniature Golfing", On River "Danube"
I'm going to calm down !? I'm going to assume every person "knows" bad scent when they see it !? I'll tell you a story !?
By 365poetry5 days ago in Poets
Door Dashed Said I Ordered Food, But I'm Like A Snail - We Don't Eat Normal !!!
Crawl --- Walk ---- Run Okay fine - I picked this image because it is "appealing" to me !? I'm the one seeing it, everyday - my eyes tell me it makes sense !?
By 365poetry5 days ago in Poets
I have "BROKEN" People Around - What "DO" I Do When I Cannot Find Value !?
If one person likes ME out of every person that knows ME - I will be happy... If one person likes ME, out of every person that has NEVER liked ME - I will be happy !?
By 365poetry5 days ago in Poets