Best Bam Poems
Slammed out Bam
For a moment I will fantasize
Lead him on a trip
Make him realize
this is more than a strip
boy you got to recognize
you have to get a grip
We play a game of spin the bottle
With you my guts slowly drip
Kiss me I (ain't) your average model
over the edge I rip
Look who's playing the sensitive
Take me in your arms
Fold me like a blanket
Kiss me you fool
Spread me like a blanket
Stop teasing, no need to be pleasing
You got it all wrong
turn down that song
Suddenly your taking your time
Are you okay, are you fine
All the motions are sinking in deep
I can feel it
A bowel movement traveling all up inside
Violently pushing "get out of my way!!"
to many butterflies, what can I say
you took to long
Now it feels wrong
Just shake it off
I want my dignity back
I've tighten my muscles
forget about the snack
To late, it already died
Tomorrow neighbor a game of truth or dare
We can enjoy a second ride
Do not come with directions or affections
Or you'll get another rejection
A cold shower my friend
It's time for me to go back to my husband.
S.K.A.T. POETRY
P.S. NOT REAL, IMAGINATION,, IRMA
You said you wanted a slam
So here it goes
You're going to feel it stinging
from your head to toes
A wham, bam, thank you ma'am
A sinister soul I am
I took to you
and quite so soon
I gotta make you unglued.
You're famous, you're a PS tart
and I do mean that
from the bottom of my heart-
But it's about time you got a taste
of your own medicine and male hitting disgrace
And I will scream this in your face!
Oh how right you were
and I must concur-
That this slamming crap is fun-
but your words will all be a blur.
So tap -tap you're next,
Don't worry, I like you too much to hex
but not enough to have...
So get with it, little bit-
waiting on you to get a clue
Send me your slam-
And we'll see who wins the GLAM!
From the Freak
I do not hear you with my brain
which cannot kick in
unless my heart jumpstarts her
and my heart is not hearing you
Brain does not comprehend until the soul yells “yes”
this happens infrequently.
there is no rhyme or method to it.
it is not a planned event.
I can read two hundred poems
without hearing you because Brain is sleeping.
dreaming of other worlds, imagining her next poem
then BAM!
Someone's words cause my soul to do a wild Watusi dance.
suddenly the heart and the mind tango.
we shimmer, shake and slide, brain, mind and soul.
we finally hear you and see you clearly.
If I suffer from an affliction
If I stutter
If my grammar is gutteral
If the words I utter
Failed English at School
Sorry I am not cool
Pity me or the fool
Who uses education as tool
To dismiss what I write
Because it is not spelt or gramatically correct
As you supersede the common collective
Consciousness up for discussion
My feeble poem tried to address
Your disregarding says it best
Speaks volumes
Look at me
Mother Superior
Administrator of the Interior
Sub Editor for closed book's
That overlooks
And overseas
Conservative committees
In self righteous sicophantic indignation
No correlation can unearth
Or has no worth
For the meek
Who seek
To interject
Blazers and Ties
Ivy institutions for fear of exclusion
Poison classes wood trenches
Desks protect from xenophobic zeitgeists
That conform to questioning
Being a child of God
And acting like one
Makes the devil and his children miserable.
1-31-11
P.D. vs' Amy Gr33n,,Slam, Bam Thank You Ma'am
So Miss @my Gr33n,
Do you think your s__t is mean
Trying to compete
Do you really want to taste defeat
Your dose of medicine, had no effect at all
Your Slam, Bam Thank You Ma'am
Was a sorry booty call.
Trying to talk the talk
Trying to bark and walk
All them words your are saying
Sounds like you are praying
Who really wants to listen?
Who really should care?
And what the hell is that S__t in your hair?
So you think you can play the part.
Before things fall apart
Please @my Gr33n stop before you fart
Trust me it does not matter If I let you win.
Your words are pointless and the idea is pathetic.
Please stop talking you are giving me a headache.
Just stop rhyming.
Sounds like your crying.
Okay pause.............as the moment goes bye.
Giving you a minute before you break down and cry.
My words are a weapon, You know that right.
Next time shut your mouth, keep those lips tight
Let me just stop and bring this to an end.
@my Gr33n remember ....I am your friend
By:P.D.
((once again for fun...thank you Amy Green for the fun slam.))
p.s. S__T stands for shot if you are wondering,,he he he
Slam poetry, bam, bam, bam
Reminds me of the Flintstones, ma’am
Rough language meant to cut.
Great Gazoo got the rut.
Nowadays even our Uncle Sam.
Would I be able to write in Slam
To attempt it I would just totally clam
For me it's rhyme
It does me just fine
If I tried, it would end up in a sham
I just put the “BAM!” in Bambi
Out there on the street
As the sunlight was all but vanished
Who should I happen to meet
But a cute and cuddly deer, Dear
Just prancing across the road
The van met her in the middle
I’m afraid they were both KO’d
I’d like to say that the dear vanished
With a look and a limp she walked away
I’d like to say nothing was damaged
But it didn’t go down that way
I didn’t have time to avoid her
I didn’t have room to stop
Bambi now lives with her mother
And the van’s going into the shop
And me, well my knees can’t stop shaking
And my heartbeat’s a mile a minute
In a battle ‘tween deer and an auto
It’s a dead heat and neither can win it
Mdailey 10/29/11
Written for a good friend who had a run in with a deer last evening.
I was goaded into writing another verse - - -
Twas the night that Bambi got busted
Out on a lonely road
This jay-walking deer got dusted
As out of the woods she strolled
I admit that my reflex have rusted
The outcome so easy forebode
To say the least, I was disgusted
To see Bambi – poor deer - explode
O- bam-a lot of people are unemployed.
How can you destroy this annoying factoid?
O- bam-a country is still at war.
Does this help any of the millions who are poor?
O-bam-a time to give everyone money.
Why can’t a hardworking man give a gift to his honey?
O-bam-a dispute with a cop.
Will you have a beer with me if I flop onto a chopping block?
O-bam-a change in health care is a buzzing bee.
What price will it ultimately be?
O-bam-a shot to stop the swine.
Is there enough to halt progress to yours or mine?
O-bam-a partie's glimmering success.
Does it eliminate this countries enduring distress?
Richard J. Long, November 2009
1: SLAM noun: 1.) a heavy impact. 2.) a: a noisy violent closing.
b: a banging noise especially from the slamming
of a door. 3.) a cutting or violent criticism.
[probably of Scandinavian origin]
Get ready!
There's about to be a heavy impact.
Get steady!
You're about to see a bunch of grim facts.
A grim act,
Where poets get their limbs hacked,
Then get stacked,
Because of the "class"
That the proper and prim lacked.
My brim is packed,
With a sack of violent noise,
From some girls and boys,
Who want to take all of my joys.
They want to take all of my poise,
Because it is their ploy
To destroy.
So they bring
This noise
In with a bang.
This bell they rang,
As they came
To form
Their little gang,
To show their fangs
To our slamming slang.
The end song they sang,
While preparing their rope for the hang.
A gang bang of words,
Used to close the door on our slamming,
As they opened their minds,
To do a little scamming.
Down our throats
Their agenda was ramming,
Because creative thoughts are meant for jamming.
Like I said before,
They want to close the door,
And bore us,
As they roar
About "no slamming anymore!"
We try to reason "WHY"
And "WHAT"
Are they fussing for?
While from our core,
Our words continue to soar!
2: SLAM verb: SLAMMED; SLAMMING 1.) to strike or beat hard.
2.) to shut forcibly and noisily: BANG 3.) a: to set
or slap down violently or noisily. b: to put or set hard.
4.) to make a banging noise. 5.) to criticize HARSHLY.
Now,
There is another way
To look at this verb.
Either you're slamming
Or getting slammed,
Like you deserve.
This enthusiasm must not be curved,
Because sometimes
Words
Need to be used
To disturb.
Sometimes words
Need to be used to strike;
To be used
When you choose
To say "TAKE A HIKE!"
Take your bike,
And, while you're at it,
Take this spike,
Because we
Are free
To say whatever we like!
The words,
That we slam,
Are rather hard to beat.
The words,
That we slam,
Are rather hard to greet.
Will make you take your seat,
Because they are hard to eat,
And these words
Are rather hard to defeat.
They are so hard,
That they will never be barred!
So hard,
That they could never be scarred!
And, they are so hard
That they will always stand guard,
So go ahead,
And play all of your cards.
Forcibly and noisily,
Your mouths will be shut.
So your words
Will have to turn and burn
In your guts.
You know what!
Don't even waste your time
Trying to strut,
Since steel sharpens steel,
Step to us and get cut!
Don't look now,
But my sights have been set.
You might regret
The WORDS,
That WE don't even get,
But WORDS,
That you fret,
Will forever be in our debt.
Really,
This is silly.
I did not even want to snap,
But I could not ignore your crap,
When in our faces you slap!
This opportunity
To choose a side,
Just fell in my lap.
So,
Into my full potential,
I will tap,
Making it
Officially a wrap.
Since you
Already made your decision,
Please
Go ahead
And circulate your petition!
Because,
After you create this division,
You should prepare yourself
For a serious collision!
Being targeted
Must be tough.
But, before you decide
If you want to call my bluff,
I have a question,
That just might be rough:
"Do you think that 'YOU' are being criticized 'HARSH' enough?"
Boom, Bam, Blow
She is gone before you know
And the curtains on this show
Are torn
Caught a glance
When you met her at the dance
And you thought you’d take a chance
And lose
Now you’re done
But I hope you’ve had some fun
With the girl who’s not the one
For you
Look at you
Had me before, it was true
But I am completely through
With love
Don’t come cry
To me, you gave your goodbye
And I don’t gamble with my
Own heart
Have no doubt
Take your tears and push them out
And forever keep your pout
On hand
Head and shoulders above the rest,
if you don't know, you are the best.
Character and consideration,
you're from another generation.
I'm so glad I have a friend like you.
You make me smile when I'm blue.
And you even sing. What a thing!
Who knew? There is no one like you.
So here I am in a jam,
but here you come and
BAM!
The bad guys see you and scram.
So here's a poem just for you.
Put it in an empty shoe,
and take it out on a rainy day.
I hope it makes the storm go away.
By: Carole O'Terry Duet
Copyright: 2002
"All Rights Reserved"
It was time for the last POET to speak,
Though the competition seemed to be won.
The other team already had their fun,
Claiming the victory that they did seek.
These SPOKEN WORD warriors reached their peaks,
Since each poet had been under the gun.
The judges gave them points, when they were done,
Just to separate the strong from the weak.
The first POET finally took the stage,
Carefully choosing which card he would play.
He was preparing to unleash his rage,
Since, for him, it would be the only way.
The last POET had to write the last page,
And these are the words that he had to say........