Slam Abc Poems | Examples
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The Problem of Europe.
Christianity is a rising mist I normally do not bother to
think of I dislike all religions as ill omens told fairytales
demanding to be taken seriously.
The worship of Jesus could have been a friendly affair
bewildered vicars talking about peace and thanking
the ladies for the beautiful flowers.
Until one remembers the Bush and Blair two knights
who wedges war against Islam by invading Iraq and
fight a religion all good Christians and Hebrews detest.
So if you thought religious wars were of the past
you’re wrong the western occupiers of Palestine are
but a religious war. Israel is a European enclave.
In Europe, Islam is a strong, demanding alien force
that we must not give in to, but we must
respect their discipline, devotion, and morality.
Should the good people of Europe find I slam a better
and more fulfilling religion than our Christianity, it is
because our culture is spent and insipid.
Working class Poet
It had been a long day at the factory but
when there was a break, he jotted down a few words
and during the day, it became a poem- he always
had a pen and block ready, words were so flighty he may
forget what he wanted to write if he waited too long.
Coming home, told his wife
I wrote a whole poem today think it`s a good
his wife asked if the poem was about her, no he said it was about a tree
the one at the entrance of the village.
His wife walked back to the kitchen
the slam of the door was sad.
The poet came out of his cocoon and said to his wife:
All my poems are about you, my muse, with you at my side
I can`t write about the old tree at
the entrance of the village.
They kissed and made up, both lived long and had a good death
blissfully unnoticed by the world.
Please, Found God,
let us laugh so hard.
Let him tell me jokes,
let me shuffle the cards
Please, New God,
let us climb so high.
Let him sit on a branch,
let me watch the sky.
Please, Sweet God,
let us love so deep.
Let him kiss me at night,
let me hold him and weep.
Please, Dear God,
let us fall apart.
Let him tell me his secrets,
let me show him my scars.
Please, Dark God,
let us crumble together.
Let him slam the door,
let me cut the tether.
Please, My God,
let us have won.
Let him save me,
let me drop the gun.
Please, Lost God,
let us forgive.
Let him come back,
let me still live.
Please, God,
let us free.
Let him prosper,
leave me be.
Slam the Door
Slam shut the door,
The weather is freezing!
Under his bed covers Tony is sneezing,
Vulnerable to the cold winds.
Warm your hands by the fire,
Xanthophiles are welcome.
Yes, slam shut the door!
You turn the corner,
To see a little boy,
Bloody and torn clothes on,
You ask yourself "What do I see this for?"
You walk a bit closer,
Wondering if he's okay,
He gets a scent of your perfume,
Quickly turns around,
You try to walk away,
Slowly,
As he leaps up from the ground,
Latching onto your back,
Blood dripping on you,
As it falls to the ground,
The screams of your voice,
Are pouring out,
But nobody can hear you,
He leans forward,
To taste your neck,
Just a lick at first,
Till the taste begins to set,
You slam your back into a wall,
Hoping to knock him off,
But his grip,
His claws,
Attatch to your skin,
Like nails along a wall,
Blood seeps out of your wounds,
As he sighs in your ear,
Dropping to the ground,
Being light headed,
As you may be,
His one claw,
Making his x on your neck,
You close your eyes to find yourself,
Taking one last deep breath....
"Rivers of Gold"
Can't sleep thinking of what's to come
Such a significant part of me has fallen ill
Please God take me not her I pray on bended knee
Selfishness conquers my fragile mind while dealing with inevitable truths
Drinking to soothe the mind of all that is devastating
Repressing the thoughts of living without you
Laughing at naughty jokes to ease the tears that are streaming
God please take me instead of her, not worrying of how the consequences would affect her
Talking about what if's of doctors speech
Knowing my opinion is all that matters on how we progress
Feeling I am following the same path I'm unable to stop
Progressively I do more and more so dreams are of sleep not pain
Believing that tomorrows decisions are for the better not the worse
Knowing either way only God makes the final decision
I slam myself onto my knees forcing myself to pray in tears of pain
I pray dear God allow my mother to live so she sees the rivers of gold not the oceans of heaven..
Another day another try,
He tucks his shirt and knots his
tie.
He laces too his worn out shoes
As he tries to catch the morning
news.
His threadbare coat hangs on the
wall,
From rain to sun it’s seen it all.
Poor thing, recollect ten years
back,
On Matric day that suit was
black.
He throws it on and out he goes
What fate he’ll find nobody
knows.
Thick files in his hands he pleads
his
case,
But door-to-door they slam his
face.
The Joshua of his family,
He dares not give up easily.
So, sweaty, tired, he trudges on,
Each passing hour baked by the
sun.
His sticky suit glued to his skin,
Does not hold back his polite
grin.
Dry bread and sugar serve as
lunch;
They’ll be his last, he has a
hunch.
The day is dead, no step ahead,
“No space for you” was what all
said.
The journey home is all too grim,
With flashing scenes rejecting
him.
Broken, he crumbles on his bed,
Stomach growling, knowledge in
his
head.
But his mind is bent, he shuns
the
noose,
Ready to dance to these
Roonland
Blues.
Made from the stuff of verse
My soul bleeds imagery
Fashioned with pen
Created with paper
And moulded by word
I am the stuff of poetry
Cut by the
Pauses, rhymes and beats
That shaped me
Surrender to the hardened, ink-
infested fingers of my creator
My spirit was formed in her
palms
Poetry my maker
A descendant of zulu praise
names
The daughter of sonnet and
ballad
I was raised by slam, syllables,
solliloqouys,
Tribute to the village that raised
me
I am the stuff of poetry
I try not fall for make believe
At times I'm trapped in
fantasies
Trying to choose a righteous
path
Turning my head,
Instantly I'm blinded
Cars, homes, and money
It hurts to live in poverty
Trying to imagine better
Dreams of a life without
struggle
Hoping to turn the page
But being broken down at
every turn
Being hated just for being me
Pushed down when trying to
climb the ladder
Making decisions to provide for
myself or my child
Buying food at the dollar store
Trying scrape up gas money
People look without compassion
Despite what they see
They slam doors in my face
if you don't like me, you can go to hell, i'm riding on a ship, and i just now rang the bell, i really miss my past, but on that i will not dwell, every time you turn me down, i go and hide inside my shell. there is nothing wrong, with the way i am, i'm really a nice guy, i will never give you spam, yes you think i'm ugly, don't record me with a cam, every time you push me back, it feels like you gave me a slam. i know you think i'm ugly, i know you think i'm weird, would i look better, with a hawk, and no beard? you keep crushing my heart, blood is permanently smeared, regardless of your thoughts, i do like to be feared. you don't know me, you only judge by looks, singling me out, like a word inside of books, you have forced me to this life, now i'm joining up with crooks, your all just full of lies, while you reel me in with hooks.
i will not hide, the way i really am, relationships dont last, so im sticking with my fam, the knife is sure to stab, while the gun it will go blam, there is nothing wrong with me, im just different like a lamb. my eggs are colored green, but my name it isnt sam, i am weak in body strength, but im tough just like a ram, the waters sure to come, i am building my own damn, i was living in a house, now im riding on a tram. i wanna go somewhere, but my life just wants to slam, i just want to use my feet, so im walking on mount tam, i respect the way you live, you are mr. ms. ma'am, i can not try this anymore, because love is just a sham. i have all the items, so much stuff i have to cram, im sour like an apple, but im sweet just like a yam, im sorry i get nervous, and my hands begin to clam, i just want to ride the train, but i guess i missed it...damn.
I have uncanny resiliency
diminishing anyone who stands
against me,
along w the ability to quench
the thirst of those looking for
clarity,
it's unbeknownst to me
how they look upon me
as anything short of great,
i can stand on a mountain of
their hate
while I beckon the earth to
quake,
Is your soul to take
i leave it for the gods to decide,
whenever I need to find truth
I just look into my daughters
eyes,
Because the rest of the world is
crooked and infatuated with
lies,
my quest is highly strategized
and never would I settle for
less,
as every letter shall stand
capitalized to leave no question
of regress
This point I have to stress,
There is no quality higher than
mine
You can sell out, I'm just buyin
my time
Eye control darkness
Standing in creek consciousness
Eye pain portal
Me maladjusted myalgia
Hyposyncratic virilence
It tick, me tick
Bit me
Me sick
Loads shells, no click
Arabic apotheosis shrouded in defamation
Famine lives thru sublimation
Disgorge over the stern of the barge
Decrepid canal lazes with crude afterbirth
Charged with aborted sludge
Stripping the last shreds of life from the shopping carts that pose on the bottom
Fist-nose, lymphnodes spliced with tar
Near here the fear steers clear from afar
The fetid bargeman stalks the scape defiled
Drapes his rape on the nape of the last paedophile.
How was I supposed to know,
That that window would be gone?
The day that I looked out last time
Blows in the wind like a song.
The things I would see outside,
Now can no longer be seen.
Now it's a happy memory,
Existing inside of me.
Now there is just a white wall,
Covering that empty space.
And when I go to look out of it,
The plaster touches my face.
The green grass and rolling hills,
The flowers that brightly glow,
All the happy little critters,
I'm sure they're still there, I know.
Even though I can't see them,
Unless I go out the door.
But it will never be the same to me,
'Till I look through the window once more.
Poems are just emotions
allowed to be spoken out loud
Describing oneself
Without being afraid or too proud
you look me in my eyes
and try to find default
you listen to my words
Then try to find a flaw
But This poems is nothing more
Then Words from a young women
That has once been threw many storms
So do you listen or do u turn away
Do you neglect or do you stay
Why listen when u have no clue
How true a poem is
And the effect it will have on u
don’t slam that door in my face
I have wisdom to embrace
If you listen then u will learn
Poems are just emotions
Allowed to be spoken out loud
Describing oneself
Without being afraid or too proud