Best Slammed 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
Jim Morrison Slammed The Doors
By Rick Rucker
Jim, I think all of your fans knew,
That we would not long have you,
In this life, you had a blast,
You just blew up too awfully fast,
If you had become that Film Director,
Perhaps the studio would have provided you a Protector,
Someone who wouldn’t let you do,
All the things that finished you,
Something tells me that you wouldn’t have listened,
So they put you in a box that glistened,
Buried in The City of Lights,
One of its most famous sites,
You told us how you loved Life,
Ironic, in view of your daily strife,
Your constant turmoil, and lack of sleep,
The crazy schedule only you could keep.
You were the spokesman for our generation,
To express our exasperation,
To tell the rest to wake up, and live,
To always find a way to give,
More than seemed prudent, or sound,
But that you had found,
That Life is ever moving by,
The best that you can do is to try,
To grab some for yourself,
Before you are in an urn, on a shelf!
We are all asking why,
Someone who lived so much, had to die,
I finally believe I have the handle:
It is something about both ends of the candle!
The double-ended candle's fire,
Did become your Funeral Pyre!
You say Trim Shady come out and play
but Shady aint around no not today
that alter ego went away away to stay
I'm crazy maybe taking on a lady
but here now so hip hip lets slay.
Now Brenda remember
you're just a tender member of the opposite gender
a ghetto gangsta pretender
that I can slam and mash and rename Blenda
and then drink to remain Trim and slender
you'd think I'd stop the slander but
you created a demand for banter
and I'm a year round Santa
present with presents that when I present
generate laughter like America
flying your Tard Spangled Banner with your hand on your heart
your anthem is British and your flag looks like childrens art.
And though we're a pond apart
you will only ever be as lethal as a leaf in free fall
leaving a tree that is leaning deceased and peaceful.
There's a horrendous fungal flap with a flammable feaces in all your pieces
it never ceases while my skill only increases
you smell like cheeses off one of Jesus's pizzas
a pizza that's old, Jesus does that have to be told
you asked and I came and beat ya burned and lol'd at ya,
you wanted to play, well hip hip hooray, I played today!
They try to silence, say it's about violence,
repression, oppression, obsession,
ignorance is bliss, quess what they can kiss,
they slander, they pander
it's a knee-jerk reaction to the right-wing faction,
fear of something new (like people of hue?),
it's a sign of the times, it's loose but it rhymes,
they say it's not written-you gotta' be kiddin'-
it ain't ad libbed, you can't pull it from thin air,
I wonder what it is that's made them so scared?
It's about ANGST not ANGER you see,
poetry is art and art must be free.
So quit slamming the SLAM, those who don't understand,
it's a legitimate form, despite your scorn,
Look: I hate Haiku, but you can write 'em if you choose,
I got nothing to lose (I think they're a snooze)
you don't like it, don't read it,
but don't ban it just 'cause you don't understand it.
Yes, indeed. Alright. I'm lily-white
all 9+ feet of me, a tricolor sight
But now I'm 'racist' and 'insensitive'
because 'brown pigment I lack'
A half-nelson applied to my aching 'red-neck'
Cry 'UNCLE,' they scream, the political hacks
Hawk eyed bullet, lamb blood spilling
garments of our fractured youth
nothing remains virgin or sacred
rosaries retreat to martyr tombs.
Windfall for green tied politicians
a spray of rainbows cracks the air
the nest of innocents forever disfigured
broken doves in dank despair.
Savior and leper nibbling insanity
sharing clouds of time and tears
passing bottles of rye necessity
oozing crosses and wooden skin.
The florist clips scores of blossoms
candle maker dipping double time
we the mourners, man the light
night pulsing- weeping fireflies.
NO SLAM
Im heart broke.
I didn't get to vote.
Is this a joke.
Now I've been provoked.
It's like Cambells in Camden,NJ
leaving the people with no hope.
It's been banned...
all the other
four letter words,
that, I understand.
I'll be slammed...
I'm contemplating,
thinking,and wondering
were you plotting and planning,
to not let us be slamming....
Our hearts are bleeding.
This is devastating,
and frustrating
Most of all
frightening
if your not liking
you should stop reading.
Now we must
stop slamming...
No worrying,
We wont be:
"diss" missing or
"diss" respecting
the "can,"
but this is so
"diss" appointing...
I was ready to be the K.I.N.G
of SLAMMING
I understand...
We've been slammed
by the "souper" slam.
I'll... be... man....-
Everyone wants a wish right now...
All lil' Ms. wants is a diss.
Ya'll know I'm new at this,
Im here, it's now,
I'm leaving without your crown!
Ms. Destroyer,
I wish you the best.
This knight never naps.
As a matter of fact,
you wont get a wink,
not from me.
Not till' you take your cheese from the trap,
your straps snapped,
and there's no more hearing bout your snacks,
I'll don't want to read about
you getting strung up with your own "String of Nots"
Lil' Destroyer,
I'm coming for ya.
This is the beginning,
Far from the ending.
It's gonna be lots of laps,
without a trap.
Don't worry bout a snack.
It will be my treat.
I'll feed you the words you speak.
It's bout time you play along.
It's not Danny boy in this song.
No ma'am!
It's not a he-man slam.
Silly lady,
Use boy not toys.
No decoys to fill voids.
Your poetry,
I will glady destroy.
Host another contest,
I'll give you more.
I wont leave
before
I whip and lash,
and you and your hot meals are both out of gas.
Satisfied,
saying," Oh man!"
We just got slammed by Mr. Loverman.
(: Lots of Luv. :)
I caught you looking
In what world ?
Please
Even if you where the last person on earth
In reality
You would still be to good for me
And Yet
I would still slam you down
Because shallow is pretty
Outside to in
And flawless skin
And shinny hair
Don't care
For the less fare
When make up cases
Paint a picture
Of mask's indifferent
To anything but the face
Of camouflaged exteriors
The world won't let in
Because differences
Be the sin
Of Love
In beautiful boxes
The other night as every
night since and before
My weary eye's drifted into
wonder sleep and i began
to snore
And then of 12 frog's i eventually dreamt
Belly down crawling stuck
on a concourse prison floor
And once awake i took the
time to look it's meaning
and definition up
And this is what i read
This it what it said
Rebirth
Transformation
Hope
Evolution
Positivity
Good luck
Yet somehow all i see is
prison bar's and the inside
of 4 wall's
On Cell Door Number 12
For i fear in reality i am a
lonesome tadpole trying
ever far to hard
To find a frog princess willing
enough to let me even near
let alone kiss them
As clearly somehow something
must obviously be amis way down
deep inside me
He slammed the door,
With a great loud thud.
To prevent the dark evil thoughts,
Just lurking behind the door,
From getting hold of his mind.
He slammed the door,
With all his might,
For in this dark evil hour,
No one was there,
To help his falling citadel.
He slammed the door,
A door to his heart,
To shut out the dark evil despair,
Lurking just out of reach,
Besieging his soul.
He slammed the door,
And wished to see the night sky,
For in this dark evil time,
Only the beautiful shooting stars,
Could light up his dust-coated soul.
11/4/2023
He slammed his heavy door, right in friendships’ face!
She cried heavy tears into a handkerchief of dainty, lilac lace.
The silver moon rose in the sky, she heard it whisper, with a cloudy sigh…..
“God did see that email, and your new, best friend is almost nigh.”
Serenity Prayer, by Reinhold Niebuhr
“God, grant me the serenity, to accept the things
I cannot change.
The courage to change the things I can, and the
wisdom to know the difference!”
I slammed the door shut at the old year and its evils behind
Let only the good it has brought us in, to find peace of mind
© Demetrios Trifiatis
02 January 2018
The short order cook is getting delirious at five in the morning
Beads of sweat showing under his funny hat
As he stares blankly at the eight new orders on the wheel,
And wonders when the drunks
Will all have enough and go home.
I’m one of the drunks
From a short order night
The band was hot
And the girls were swingin
But alas I finally walk out with no easy over lady.
And the waitress,
Scrambled yellow blond,
Takes my order
And adds it to the wheel.
More beads of sweat from the short order cook.
And he yells
“HERE’S YOUR ORDER STUPID”
to the scrambled yellow waitress.
“DON’T CALL ME STUPID!”
But she knows
He’ll give her
biscuits and gravy after it’s all over.
But in the meantime
It’s the drunks
On the other side of the counter
From this short order night
Eggs over easy
Pigs in a blanket
Hash browns and toast
Heartache and coffee
Yea, the short order cook plows on
And knows
That the nine orders on the wheel
Will not cook themselves.
He’s been on the other side too.
He slammed his heavy door, right in gracious
friendships’ face?
She cried heavy tears, into a dainty handkerchief
of lovely, lilac lace.
The silver moon rose in the sky, she heard it whisper,
with a cloudy sigh:
“God did see that email, and your new, best friend
is nigh!!”
1/29/2024