The following slam poem was submitted by poet Zela Burg, hailing from Greater London, UK. This poem is provided as a written poetry piece, and addresses provides vibrant images and sound. 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.
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.
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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
The battle is on! The following haiku was submitted by Tim H., from Colorado. This is for the Slam Haiku competition. Submit to compete. Comment to elevate this haiku in the rankings.
Perfect Haiku
A perfect haiku,
I think I'll try to write one.
I'm a failure.
The battle is on! The following haiku was submitted by Sarah, from Colorado. This is for the Slam Haiku competition. Submit to compete. Comment to elevate this haiku in the rankings.
Rest
Rest is elusive Life beats down relentlessly Peace is worth the fight
The following slam poem was submitted by a poet who goes by the name Darby E , hailing from Texas. This poem is provided as a written poetry piece. Leave a comment to move this slam poem up in the rankings. Participate in this community of slam poets by, submitting, commenting, and following.
Untitled
Ghosts have no need for candles
cannot dictate how their birthdays are celebrated
if they are remembered at all.
It is we the left behind,
that make all of the rules,
poke at the pain and choose what we want to store in our heads.
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
The following slam poem was submitted by a poet who goes by the name Tim Hernandez, hailing from Colorado. This poem is provided as a written poetry piece, and addresses the search for truth and peace. 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.
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Overwhelmed
Overwhelmed But who's not Once I could think But of what, I forgot
My mind is caught Inside a thought Too big And now it's Bursting
What is true? Am I, are You? A dry well ever Thirsting
This knot entangled Synapse strangled Mind encased in Doubt
Can't find an end Maybe my friend My heart can help me Out
Anxiety ridden Emotions hidden Tense and short of Breath
Run away No! not today This time I'll face this Death
I'm far too weak Too shy too meek Too insecure Too immature Too dumb too scared Mentally impaired Too useless Too awkward Too Broken
Searching for something For someone to put my hope in
No one but You Eternally true Breathe me out Breathe You in Let it soak in
When I lose sight Please hold me tight And never cease Overwhelming peace
This slam poem was submitted by a poet named Austin J., hailing from Germany. This poem is provided as a written poetry piece, profoundly personal, deeply painful. 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. Make sure to leave a comment.
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Unloved
Today was a bad day. I cried again. Not that anyone would care. I argued with them again, about something that's important to me. Like always they don't understand and they don't care, or they just don't want to care. It hurts.
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 following slam poem was submitted by a poet who goes by the name "@ThusSpokeHaven." This poem is provided as both a spoken word poetry performance and a written poetry piece, and addresses the realities of human suffering. 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.
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Medication
Stop embracing the cathartic abstract carnage of a heartless artist.
The bar is, set so low that we praise harmless marches for the hardship of recently departed targets of darkness, victims to the twisted system we claim to abhor.
Step out from the addictive vintage rhythm, sickly symptoms, I’m panic-stricken, watching the world play chicken with dangerous falsely depicted dictums claiming written wisdom.
Albeit a decree of deceit. They say: Don’t eat meat, don’t let greed eat me. Don’t let freedom be free. Abstain from the mundane ingrained pain within, the fall of men, but truthfully we’re stained with sin. Thespian pedestrians tuned into a hypnotizing message of hate.
Let’s defy the capitalist swine, with their receding hairlines aligned behind columbine declaring takeover.
Yet we all rely on Asian medication, a new haven nation of sedation, their drug just happens to be dollar signs, fine wines, and fine white lines. So who are we to judge?
Broken minds are faced with the realization that separation of congregations, the discontinuation of an oscillating civilization is intoxication. Medication.
Just a distraction from grave reality.
Daisies and bumblebees.
deported divorcees, sea horses.
Paninis and manatees.
Pleasantries and drinking antifreeze.
A lonely aged elite with a master’s degree from the academy of living agony, another casualty of the galaxy, our mortality. We callously esteem him as a symbol of an extreme regime of totality, his philanthropy brutality. Ironically, all my words are blasphemy. They have to be. Rational sanities a malady. It’s the tragedy of our human condition’s finality. Who do we payback for the injustice? Our fathers. Generational pain.
Just stay broke. Don’t hate the system, just stay broke. Just stay broke. Don’t hate lineage. Just stay broke. I’m a descendant of mutual experience and my people are furious. Just stay broke.
I can't sleep
My head is pounding
I can't stop thinking
Everything's going wrong
God bless me so this headache will go away and I can sleep
It's no use
Tear slicked eyes
My mind reminds me of everything going wrong
I can't stop thinking
Running through scenarios
And memories
And none of them happy
The following slam poem was submitted by a poet who goes by the name "BlakaFemale." This poem is provided as a written poetry piece addressing the historical atrocities endured by the black community, as well as the incredible resilience of black women. 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.
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I Am BlakaFemale
You kidnapped and stole me from my natural birthplace a land of plenty that provided so much for the many and the same as BlakaMale I too was branded, stamped, and shipped for sale to experience a different type of the same American made hell, I Am BlakaFemale.
No longer able to see or hear my elders named, Amina of Nigeria, Candace of Ethiopia, Makeda of Sheba, Nefertiti of Kement , and Yaa Asantewa of Ghana. These powerful Black African Queens taught Maya Angelou the reasons Why The Caged Bird Sings.
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.
I want to be a writer more than I want love, which is probably part of the issue
I want to be a writer more than I want love, because unrequited is so much more dramatic than requited
Because heartbreaking poems aren't as boring as hopeful ones, because I'd rather be sad than be dull
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?
