Best Slamming Poems

you want to know a secret
when I write a poem and it's perfect
i dont share it
i bury it 
deep inside of me 
where no one else can see
i mean its perfect
not like this shift 
it's elegant, poignant, 
simplistic, bueatful 
trucking perfect
its not erotic 
but i...

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Seems like I could be on top of the world.
I think about poetry like my tongue is pearled.
Just the other day I wrote a poem to honor another poet.
I spun around in a spin to unfurl to the Soupers whorled.
I know they think they’re the...

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Everyone in the soup chant my name, because I'm bringing another poetic attack.
Ryan, you've had your 5 minutes of fame, now I'm breaking your poetic back!
So you need to be realistic, read your slam, then read mine.
I'm what people call "futuristic," because I'm a poetic...

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Look me in the eye
Get off your phone
I heard you sigh
Now don’t you lie
I see you texting me
I know you know that I can see
No I won’t read just tell me
Jiggling with laughter
Your not that funny
Look me in the face
Don’t drive away
Why don’t you stay
Put...

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I'm going for an alley-oop, dunking on your head like "Shaq"
Home court advantage here on the soup, and I'm ducking and dodging your wack 
attack!
I'm spraying you with a "fade-away jumper," kinda like "Kobe."
You are trash that belongs in the dumpster, just like your poetry!

dakarai...

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I am dreaming
I am fantasizing
On how I want to put them in your face
Oh! Nate, my fate,  
they are a set
I use for bait.
Just sit down,
have some coffee.
No need to talk,
tell me if you like what you see
Give me the wrong look,
and I will...

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Soupers quiet down, quiet down, dakarai cobb is in for a shock.
I'm gonna smash this clown, so let me metamorphose into the Poetic Warlock.
Soupers put your hands in the air, and chant my name to the sky.
You poets can tell by my demonic stare; dakarai...

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Thanks for grabbing me a "RED BULL,"
because I don't like the way your slams taste.
The creativity in my head stays full,
and your poetry is such a waste!

"PLAYBOY," you got that right,
at least that's what your girlfriend called me.
I let her go because of her overbite,
plus...

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I'm making this a special affair, so soupers, chant my name.
This site is about to witness a poetic warfare, my favorite game!

My words will be like bombs over Baghdad, the couplets like an airstrike.
With this pen and pad, I'm metamorphosing into something godlike!

What? You can't...

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Ok, this is gonna be a poetic airstrike, like it was over Baghdad.
I've been told my slams are god-like, and dakarai, you're being slayed on my writing 
pad!

I've done ripped out your heart, now I'm removing your guts.
I'm blowing your whole being apart, but first,...

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Ding. Ding. Goes the sound of the bell.
Soupers see a poetic king emerge from his cell...

You called me a "Whorelock" - define that word punk?!
You're in for a shock - I don't entertain poetic junk!
I see you're using "caps" to capitalize certain words.
Tell your "girl"...

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dakarai says I lost all the slam battles I faced with Nate, Ryan, and P.D.
Is he seriously dumb as a box of rocks, or is it just the way he writes his poetry?
dakarai "news flash," you bum, did you ever read Nate,...

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I tried to hold onto you but could not—
You slipped through my fingers as water will
When run through a sieve. And how like the plot
Of some dime-store pulp it all seems now -- shrill

Yet so furtive.  I tried to be humble,
To seem nonchalant; but...

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The sound of anger is a silent one,
Don’t you know?
A deaf tone ringing, Vibrating then nothing 
An alliteration of explosive hollow emotions
 Replete with intoxicating truths

Words exchanged broke these smiles 
But are meaningless before doors slam 
Slamee or slammer does it matter?
For after these doors...

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They slam each other every day.
Tearing them apart in a sly way,
Truth I say, what a lie.
Political games cry.
Give them cement shoes, drop into bay.

Next election, vote for three blind mice,
They would fare better, than roll of dice.
Vote now for mystery.
Go down in history.
For they...

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