Slam poetry: that magical mix of rhythm and rhyme.
Something, I'm saying something as if this word needs enough messages !? Something, I'm saying that makes us want to know exactly what it is that makes us who we are, and what we should do !?
By 365poetry18 days ago in Poets
I'm so fucking in love with you But I can tell no one. I crave your touch, not just your love, I'm miserable here alone.
By CT Idlehouse19 days ago in Poets
~~~ Stop the violence. I don't care if you're right or wrong, What side of the fence you sit on, Tall, thin, straight, queer, or anything in between.
By Rain Dayze19 days ago in Poets
The bee hasn't said hello to you, the function of it is to provide HONEY !? This bee hasn't moved, and also, haven't said hello to you, the function of it is to provide HONEY !?
By 365poetry19 days ago in Poets
I'm trying to understand the capacity of our thoughts !? The capacity of our words as we think of things from the past.. The capacity of engaging with a person, a name, or a page - the capacity to experience life more than what it is these stage !?
If you live in America and you feel really bad about the problems in this country today then no matter what political viewpoint you have
By Justiss Goode19 days ago in Poets
I’m out and about Strutting through the daffodils Flicking back my hair Doing my thing I feel your stares I hear your whispers
By Mother Combs19 days ago in Poets
Last night I had the picture of you beside me on my bed, as I lay my burdens at the "FEET" of the person sitting next to me !?
By 365poetry20 days ago in Poets
So today right, I saw like a stain on a clothing ITEM !? I'm thinking, I didn't wash it properly !?... I'm known to be the worst person in LIFE, the WORST !!
Introduction Just a bit of observational fun in a humorous ghazal before I go to Scotland. The music is "Down and Out", the best song from "And Then There Were Three" and appropriate for this (in my opinion) by Genesis.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 20 days ago in Poets
Under the peeling, floral wallpaper, a wretched rumor of rot begins to rewrite the resonance in the room. Brown cigarette stains leak,
By Lolly Vieira20 days ago in Poets
Nothing lights my fire like false accusations, wood for the pyre to burn this witch with justification. But I don’t weigh the same as a duck
By Harper Lewis21 days ago in Poets
