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Showing posts with label Beauty and Imagery. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Beauty and Imagery. Show all posts

Parkhill, Son (Johnny L.)

The following slam poem was submitted by a poet who goes by the name "Johnny L.", hailing from Colorado. This poem is provided as a written poetry piece, and is about reconciling the present with the pain of the past. Leave a comment to move this slam poem up in the rankings. Our poetry comment system is intended to facilitate feedback for our artists, and to promote creative communication. Don't just read he poetry -- take the leap by, submitting, commenting, and following. --Slam Poems Editor 


Park Hill, Son


My wife sometimes 

Jokes that she

Wants me to be a 

Bit more polished.


Maybe wear capris

Like rich Italian guys.

Or maybe like a scarf 

Or something.


And I say what 

I always say.


I'm from Park Hill.

All About You (Kia-San)

The following slam poem was submitted by a poet who goes by the name "Kia-San", hailing from Philadelphia. This poem is provided as a written poetry piece. Leave a comment to move this slam poem up in the rankings. Our poetry comment system is intended to facilitate feedback for our artists, and to promote creative communication. Don't forget to participate by, submitting, commenting, and following.  


All About You
"Our talks are priceless when the meaning behind the conversation goes a long way

It's actually an exciting thing I should say
Because every word ends in laughter all day

Oh, but that's not all; our hopes and dreams are just as grand
That one day we make it to the other land
Baby take my hand!
Oops! So sorry! 
In the moment, you understand?

Where I was going with this conversation
though I tremble in desperation
Looking for words to say my declaration 
Without causing aggravation 

Oh dear, help me describe what I'm feeling
Because my heart is beating
Maybe I should send a letter
But that would simply be cheating

The Rocks (Row MC)

Back on the rocks— The only sound symphonic waves, Not a soul in view but the two Still move like they’re on a stage. Track of time is last in line As the passion climbs.

Touch (Johnny Levy)

This guy mashed my face in with his elbow
When we were playing basketball.
Old cornfed, elbow-swinging suckah. 


I had to get four stitches

Beloved Stranger (Johnny Levy, Slam Poems Editor)

Why are we here?
To drink the sea?
To swallow the sun whole?


God is light, and rain.
Our hearts are stone.
Waiting in the dark.
Longing to know.
What we only know
With big chunks
Missing.  

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!

The Day You Found Yourself (Kerrie Nicole McCaffrey)

The following slam poem was submitted by a poet named Kerrie Nicole McCaffrey." This poem is provided as a written poetry piece with powerful, striking imagery.  Leave a comment to move this poem up in the rankings. Our poetry comment system is intended to facilitate feedback for our artists, and to promote creative communication. Don't just read poetry -- take the leap by submitting, commenting, and following.  

--Slam Poems Editor


The Day You Found Yourself
Tonight
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...
Breathe
the car won't start--
Breathe--
your throat is sore--
Breathe

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