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Remembering Mary (Phil Ginsburg)
The following slam poem was submitted by Phil Ginsburg, hailing from Colorado. This poem is provided as a spoken word video poetry performance. 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. Participate in this slam poetry community by, submitting, commenting, and following.
Black (Franko)
The following slam poem was submitted by Franko, hailing from Louisiana. This poem is provided as a written poetry piece. Leave a comment to move this slam poem up in the rankings. Remember to participate in this community by, submitting, commenting, and following.
Black
Black is symbolic of love and pride
It is a symbol for which my ancestors fought bravely and died
The dominant figure in society is the man who claims propriety
Is what some men say, but is untrue
Black is not to be ashamed of or hide
For Black and Pride Coincide
The Painter (hitalot879)
The following slam poem was submitted by a poet who goes by the name "hitalot879", hailing from Connecticut. This poem is provided as a written poetry piece with beautiful natural imagery. 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
The Painter
I saw the artist paint with brush,
The setting sun, the lengthening shade
The near and further distant hills,
The valley where the lily shows its blade
And hides the nest of the noble thrush
He painted the valleys with their streams,
The giant oak and the stately pine
The quaking aspen leaves afloat
The evening breeze of summertime
And he left me standing lost in dreams
He mixed his colors in varied hue
As clouds suspended from the sky
From swaying limbs where the robin sings
And the eagles nest in mountains high
Beneath a sky of azure blue
It's here the artist stops and stands
Spellbound, he cannot overcome the spell
The sun, now set, has changed the scene
With different colors in the dell
He cannot match the master's hand
One Girl (Indy Schalk)
One girl
Who’s seen through two lenses
Trying to hem them together as they deny one another
I look past
Through the viewfinder
Remind me, which one am I?
Cold Mirror (Zeba Mehdi)
The mirror looks cold,
Unnervingly so as I Stand before it
Waiting for its approval.
Old School (By Mario Vitale)
Remember the old boom box boogey down to the socks
Reggie Jackson chewy bars & Tommy's pop rocks
Parachutte pants with the hair high fade
Wake up late in a purple haze saying it's going to be one of those days
Back it up even further playing cowboys and indians in the sand box
Waiting at the corner for the ice cream man to come with his stuff
Boy, hero's fade from the scene such an evil scheme
Wouldn't care in what I said or did throwing an M80 under a garbage lid
Back when it was fashionable to be late for your date
Baking grandmas cookies in the oven for sure
Sipping on your favorite beverage while the pops watch Dinah Shore
Those good old days that have gone before yet soon will discover
The over weight lover from another mother type of brother
Fast cars and the midnight scene with the freaks coming out
Flip flops with your stretch blue jeans such a party scene
In quaint encounters with the local police running in the street
Falling mailboxes girls wearing their Sunday best putting their lovers in a test
A time well spent in thought while going to the fair with music everywhere
Back in school those days listening to teachers stopping later at the mall
The movies back then made you feel ten feet tall with Stallone time to roam
Party's at your neighbors having forts put up in the back
Mommy & Daddy working to hard enough to give them a heart attack
Learn to relax with my rubix cube later playing hacky sack
A soft kiss from a lover under cover as she spins the bottle
I will never forget those tender moments in the sun thank you I got to run.
Hook-Up Culture (Rochelle Smith)
A hundred dating profiles.
A dozen dates a month.
A couple drinks in some nameless bar.
Nights spent wasted and drunk.
A dozen dates a month.
A couple drinks in some nameless bar.
Nights spent wasted and drunk.
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
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
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.
Making me feel like crying.
I’m just like you,
Just a little something’s missing.
Let's Talk About Ray Rice (Amanda Jaros) - Slam Poetry
EDITOR'S NOTE: Powerful poem. Effective, abrasive. Makes me flinch just watching it. Great impact and creative presentation.
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
branches.
the canebrake rustling
with the whispers of leaves, and
loud longing of hounds and
the ransack of hunters crackling the near
branches.
We Are ... (Nadir Yanez)
"I saw myself the other day in the mirror,
You look tired and worn out
You are too stressed out,
What am I doing wrong?
Or what am I not doing right?
You look tired and worn out
You are too stressed out,
What am I doing wrong?
Or what am I not doing right?
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