slam poetry
Slam poetry: that magical mix of rhythm and rhyme.
The Adventures of Larry and the Laughter Potion
In the heart of a whimsical village nestled between rolling hills and lush forests, there lived a young man named Larry. Larry was known far and wide for his quick wit, infectious laughter, and insatiable thirst for adventure. But despite his jovial nature, Larry found himself feeling stuck in a rut, longing for something more than the mundane routines of village life.
Michael smithPublished about an hour ago in PoetsIs the beauty of realism a facet of truth or the prescribed norm of society?
Is the beauty of realism a facet of truth or the prescribed norm of society? The beauty of the strides reckons itself like the clock work's step
Hridya SharmaPublished about 8 hours ago in PoetsSubmarine
Everyone is so worried about keeping their boat afloat In hopes life will keep them off the ropes But I’m just a slick and lean submarine
Atomic HistorianPublished about 13 hours ago in PoetsSavage
Just a savage Trying to live average But these scavengers are ravenous
Atomic HistorianPublished about 13 hours ago in PoetsSincerity
True sincerity is the scariest thing to hear It hurts to have others truly know our pain To know someone that has stood in the same rain
Atomic HistorianPublished about 13 hours ago in PoetsWhen Karma Comes Calling
Humans endangered back page news of our demise What would T-Rex do
Kelli Sheckler-AmsdenPublished about 19 hours ago in PoetsAccountability
RRRROAR, roar I'm a dinosaur Is that what you said? Say it again, and you'll wish you were dead * Oh, wait, you already are
Kelli Sheckler-AmsdenPublished about 24 hours ago in PoetsAn Ode to a great leader
My commander lies on a bed of roses, His pulse denied, his body turned to ashes, An eulogy I have prepared, but engulfed by sadness,
Ricky LahiriPublished a day ago in PoetsIsrael-Palestine War
They have bombs in Israel Which they throw from the skies Poor old Palestinians subhuman Let them all die. And they said the Palestinians are cruel
Ricky LahiriPublished a day ago in PoetsOnce Scorned
* The dark lake of forbidden love Calls to me like a siren Begs for a sacrificial dove Hiding in the horizon As I approach the water’s edge
Kelli Sheckler-AmsdenPublished a day ago in PoetsSeeds of Tomorrow
In the heart of what was once a sprawling metropolis now lay the flourishing city of Arcadia, a beacon of hope and sustainability in a world scarred by environmental degradation. Towering skyscrapers, adorned with lush vertical gardens, reached towards the azure sky, while vibrant greenery carpeted the streets below. Solar panels and wind turbines adorned rooftops, harnessing the sun and wind to power the city's gleaming infrastructure.
IBRAHIM AHMADPublished a day ago in PoetsBLOODLINE
In the chamber of my chest, where love resides, Beats a symphony of passion, where it hides. Each throb, a whisper, a tale to be told,
David OkosunPublished a day ago in Poets