Poetry Slam Poems | Examples of Slam Poetry

I'm too quiet I talk too much I'm too involved I'm way too out of touch I'm too messy I care too much about things being clean I'm too kind I'm way too f*ckin mean I'm too close I'm too far away I went to bed too early I stayed up too late I'm too skinny...

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Some use AI yes they do But won’t admit that it’s true I’ve seen AI much too much It’s got that robotic touch As long as other folk strive We’ll keep REAL poems alive It’s just too good to be you You use AI yes you do I read each line and I stare As I am all too aware It is just computer speak The...

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They say love yourself, As if it were that simple, As if I could just flip a switch And suddenly see what they see. But every mirror I pass Reflects back their whispers instead of my face, Their judgments carved into my skin Like ancient hieroglyphs of "not enough." I've spent years Apologizing for the space I occupy, Making myself smaller, Folding myself into origami shapes That...

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I wish you had waited and given me a chance, But instead you text me so excited she gave you a glacne. It was rushed and blurred, Swift by clean, It was the type of attraction, I wish, you had towards me. It was the type of glance that had you circling the fire holding drinks, Pulling close to come...

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Mr. President, Mr. Vice President, Americans, and the world: In the crucible of revolution, our forefathers etched their pledge— a bold testament inscribed not solely in ink, but in the quiet, relentless pulse of divine dependence. It is as if the ink itself carried whispers of a celestial covenant, affirming divine Providence into the very marrow of liberty. Yet,...

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Prognostic,___Anticipation Doce de Leite It was a bold statement. One that was made in front of a lot of people. But pouring tea and reading the leaves$!2$-$%!!! (trademark restrictions means we can't reveal the name): but it was said in 2025 at number 500 bouts. He shall began a reign: that shall transigned to an era...

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The Spiritual/Material Nexus is Biology and its material antithetical responses to "The Laws of Nature". That process is fundamentally "Cooperative"; a symbiosis based on "Trust". The successful Social Organism, "Civilization", operates the same way. President Trump never speaks "The Truth". A "Faithless" Government is a failure calling for immediate remediation or abolition to safeguard our Individual values. ...

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If I made ends meet by meeting millions of millionaires in meetings galore, would you care to explore my heart? If I made up my mind to resign, and spend my time at a diner, behind the scenes, would you find a way to care about me? If I took up poetry, and wrote hundreds of stories, told in metaphor,...

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I'm not sure when you left, but my guess is, it's been a process from the beginning. Maybe the moment you left heaven's presence you longed for its essence, and left unnoticed? Or was it when your freedom fell, taken from the grips of hell, and all it taught you to believe about yourself, and life? Or maybe when the one you felt could change...

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If God is hateful explain where love comes from. If God is your equal, define the body and how each piece flows as one, and recreate it. If God is betrayal convince me your life is done, that you're not just undone, but unfinished. If God is pure punishment explain replenishment, recuperation and recovery. Your discovery of God is not set in stone and neither is mine. So give Him...

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It's only 2:00 am. I even waited to take the drugs till midnight, so I wouldn't have to fight an extra 2 hours through the night Not that it makes much of a difference. In 4.5 hours my alarm will go off (not that I really need one) and I'll continue to just survive each torturous moment. The only difference is the daytime doesn't have the...

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These next _ minutes are going to be hard... I open my eyes Not sure what time it is, but I bet I can guess. The drugs never work for more than 2 hours, and the distress from the pressure in my head and throat has been suppressing more than 2 hours of sleep a night for months now - even with the drugs. They have...

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In case I never write another poem again, here's what I've been thinking I've had a rough time wrestling with the rigid grooves inside my red hard, head - heading nowhere really, getting no place clearly, drearily coming to a head - where spine meets brain and runs its creviced terrain it spent too many hours of my life building. Beautiful though, isn't it? All of it...

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I don't want to recite this poem in front of you... Probably not for the reasons you're thinking, But what do I know of what you're thinking For that matter What do you know of me? Sometimes I think I'm pretty witty with words, But what if you don't think so? I get so tired of trying to make people like me. It's...

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In defense of a poet who didn't deserve harsh words. You know the saying... 'If you have nothing nice to say..." I'll not write a reprimand for two rolling bumblers that stumbled over themselves in the last two days. Some people live in a haze, throwing shade at others, I won't throw hot coals on their heads. They'll just keep...

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