Best Mic Poems

The scent of musty, truly ancient fine books,
Waifs seductively behind the impossible doors, 
As they swing wide, out into L.A.’s balmy air,
I enter, a shiver, over what lies therefore.

There they are, the true Hollywood stars,
Scaling the walls as only starlets can do,
Boasting of their love...

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I've seen smiles on faces,
in the dimmest of spaces,
where the bleakest of lights shine,
then in hope filled amazement, 
I get rejuvenated,
by an overwelming energy that only you((the audience)) can provide. 
As time ticks away,
The evening's host handidly displays,
raised arms,
asking for your applause, and praise,
after each...

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Ida-        “I was the first one not to move on the train
              I won a settlement, for my emotional pain”

Rosa-     ...

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     " 7g mic"


Brown dirt on my head now
Soul done left this earth now


I guess I'm blessed and I don't deserve to be walking around its just a circus here
Well I keep my focus here.
I hope I get to speak with...

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Poached, steamed, broiled, boiled, 
dried, fried  in soups and saucers, 
piled high,  their eyes bright, silver bodies shimmer in the harsh light of the hall.  
Fish and open mic night at Der Schnitzel.  
Ten fish dishes
ten acts.   

Comics, poets,...

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I spent my adolescence writing lots of teenage angst
through poetry, and stuck with it, despite it being pants.
I’ve been to Open Mic nights, and risen through the ranks.
I don’t get heckled quite so much, and even get some thanks.

I’ve had some poems published, and felt...

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The train comes by every morning bout 5
I wish that train would find a cliff and collide
It’s driven by a demon on a joy ride
Always, arriving with some poison to unpack
Where ever it came from, i wish it’d go back.  
Whoever blows the whistle...

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There is an anagram in this line....

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One thinks poetry is a couch to make the world play therapist, 
or at least take note and listen.

One thinks poetry is a prayer book, calling the faithful to litany
or the faithless to become congregation.

One thinks poetry is a rifle to shoot the head with...

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Let me feel your pain

Let me disappear in your depth

Let me paint with your tears

Let me read from your wrinkles 

Let me hold the gem that makes you 

Let my tongue speak of the strength, that's you

I hear you
I feel your pain
I respect the strength,...

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She plays her love for me on strings,
And I, a lucky soul, am still,
And listen as she sings her heart— 
A prize no other man can keep....

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Dusk marks stygian depths of this eldritch eve quay grim specter beneath the moon's silvery sheath surf cleaves with a hiss as the banshees keen weave lure to the thicket where shadows deceive yet beckoning thy breast beat.

Chains of ghostly twilight night's tapestry entwine if...

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Carly Simon

Songstress, big hair, and a huge smile
Cheshire cat teeth you can see across the Nile

You’re So Vain—Just might be about Jagger
Love her—Itsy-Bitsy Spider—and all her swagger...

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Does my posture hint who I am
At open mic poetry slam
I prefer to hide behind lime winged words
On my pc or tablet or pen paper if I have it

Will my message get loosely lost
As you notice the style of hair I toss
If I am short...

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Black And White

We are given all the pieces
to play and indulge in life’s great feast
outrageous fortunes be dammed! 
Given full reign to  Ego’s unfettered beast
and the moves we make shall 
establish our legacy
Why are we here?
We can either dazzle with brilliance
or baffle with bulls*it
Shameless...

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