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Showing posts with label Spoken Word Poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Spoken Word Poetry. Show all posts

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
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Remembering Mary [VIDEO]

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.

Stand (S.M.B)

Stand unabashed to face the world
That starved you 
Refuse to starve
That segregated you
Refuse to be separate 
Stand as one unbroken by the world
That judged you
Refuse to live in a box
By standards of others
Live and breathe and know life
Stand as One in the world so that it knows
Your color is its color
Your voice is its voice
Your hearts beat is its heart beat
your life is its life mad or sane  
Stand

Champion (Ethan)

[VIDEO]

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Poisonous Butterflies (Johnny Levy)

Just put the marks
On the page.

This is what
I tell myself


When my canvas
Is too big for me.

When the paper's
Whiteness blinds me,

And I've failed
Before I've started.

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

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