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Tomorrow, You Will Be Free (Regether Pair)

Please don't stop me, my love, let me lie
down and kiss the ground, let me taste the
taste of freedom on my tongue and
remember my past no more. Let my tears
mingle with the sand and the sun comfort
my soul, for the earth has opened up her
mouth and swallowed my past, no more
pain, no more fear, only sweet music shall
ring in my ears.

Bike Ride (Kavya)

Burden lifts of off her shoulder
And rings
Yes rings they form
Those heavy
Heavenly miraculous winds!

EDITOR'S PICK: Knock Knock (Daniel Beaty)

You Didn't Explain the Rules (Bec)

I write your name a thousand times above a vast net of memories.
None of this makes sense.
Breathe in. Silence.
I scream your name in the ocean.
It’s stuck in the back of my throat. 

EDITOR'S PICK: Human Persons (Propaganda and Micah Bournes)

EDITOR'S NOTE: I picked this poem as a powerful example of of excellence, passion, and conviction in presentation. Great poetry asks great questions. This is easily my favorite poetic collaboration of all time. I was moved, challenged, and as is the case with most good poetry, it just made me want to write. 

More from these poets: 

The Day You Found Yourself (Kerrie Nicole McCaffrey)

there is a half moon horizon
and the murk and smudge of the yesterday
the charcoal darkness of the last hour
and the swath of pitch upon your life
is shattered
as if by switch blade...
the car won't start--
your throat is sore--

Social (A. Hall) - Slam Poetry

are we not all
called creation

but yet we live in separation

we stand up for things we think we believe in

yes knowledge is power
but were are you getting your information

Confused Till Used (A. Carney) - Slam Poetry

confusion dilution re-evolution misguided we confided breathed in the pollution seclusion contusion straight to my head couldn't stop bleeding and now I am dead what is it that fills me so full of dread and makes my stomach feel heavy with lead? I'll tell you the truth but it's best left unsaid

Deconstructive Criticism (T. Lucio) - Slam Poetry

I always heard “you shouldn’t do this” or “don’t act like that”
Be this and not that.
Why are the people that should love me unconditionally, giving me a manual on how to be?
Can’t they see that I’m struggling to find what’s wrong with me, because I am not perfect like my family.

Lost in the Making (Monica)

Why you got to talk like that,
Making me feel like crying.
I’m just like you,
Just a little something’s missing.

For the Moment (Myles Ellis)

Things only go our way for so long, may not be long before we say so long to those that were there for us to fall on. Those who would forewarn us to the dangers this world may display.

Word Power (Angela Khristin Brown)

there is something I wanted to say,
if only you listen to my thoughts,
words are confusing me, can't rest my mind on what I feel,
my emotions twist my words around,
I can't think back, it is not what it was supposed to be,
why did you not respond to my actions,
actions speak in gestures,
words speak in symbols,
the matter of truth is misspelled,
let us speak in honesty,
you cannot begin to understand,
what I am trying to say is...

Our Grandmothers (Angela Khristin Brown)

She lay, skin down in the moist dirt,
the canebrake rustling
with the whispers of leaves, and
loud longing of hounds and
the ransack of hunters crackling the near

To The One Before Me (B. Anthony) - Slam Poetry

Deep within our first conversations,
We talked for hours about everything,
Starting with her favorite color, which is and was baby blue,
I laughed because coincidentally it was mine too.
Soon, the hour began to grow late
As we delved into all the things we had recently been through
That’s when she told me that she had never loved before you.

I Am A Visionary (Lord Big) - Slam Poetry

I am a visionary
As I Sit in this four-corner room staring at candles I contemplate
I tell myself over and over “you must control your emotions”