Slam Poetry Poems | Examples
These Slam Poetry poems are examples of Poetry poems about Slam. These are the best examples of Poetry Slam poems written by international poets.
Some use AI yes they do
But won’t admit that it’s true
I’ve seen AI much too much
It’s got that robotic touch
As long as other folk strive
We’ll keep REAL poems alive
It’s just too good to be you
You use AI yes you do
I read each line and I stare
As I am all too aware
It is just computer speak
The content’s very weak
We must keep poetry real
With true emotions we feel
You use AI yes you do
why not admit that it's true!
I’ll slam with much more originality
than that cadence you chose to copy.
Who are you? Where is your voice?
It’s a fixed game of multiple choice.
You sound just like everyone else,
a rhythm that’s played out but still sells.
Left out too long the ice simply melts,
you ache to forget such repetitive bells.
I’ll slam just a little bit harder and crash,
rather than stay secure inside of a net.
A filed down road is so ambivalent
it lacks the character of sharp turns.
I said what I said let’s have some fun,
breaking the eggshells a battle’s begun.
Turquoise trees sway in my dreams
Unicorns fly high with white wings
Emerald dance of the music man
Singing with green guitar in hand
Dainty Donna an artist true blue
Always doing portraits so neon new
You are her subject at the poetry slam
Snapping fingers words sweet peach jam
She lay in his arms
listening to his heart
knowing forever
they’d never part
Not time nor death
will destroy their love
souls now synced
below and above
Rhythms do flow
hearts become one
now so connected
and won’t be undone
She feels him deep
he feels her more
a cosmic slam dunk
the perfect score
tethered forever
throughout all of time
bodies in tune
with poetry & rhyme.
James Vincent Cunningham
was never one for a poetry slam
For he loved his poetry so concise
with latinstyle epigramsat oh so nice
POETRY SLAM
lets go
words flow
NOTE:A footle is a two line ,2 syllable verse with an integral title-Light Poetic verse form,witty,pertinent,topical etc (technically a trochaic monometer and not necessarily in rhyme).f
Footles a 'hybrid' innovative sequenced variation has
developed over the years (since 2009)alongside the original definition
The poems I have never written
Though they sprung to life in my head
Will never be read, silent or aloud,
Now, or long after I’m dead.
Once, with the sound of them, I was smitten
These words which will never be read
For some reason, my mind never allowed
Even at a slam these poems to be said.
Once, on a blank page hand-written,
I started to compose them, but instead
I wrote a few poems of which I am proud
While the other poems went quietly to bed.
TENTH PLACE WINNER
Written October 6, 2022
Submitted to “The Poems I Never Wrote” Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Craig Cornish
POETRY SLAM
lets go
words flow
NOTE:A footle is a two line ,2 syllable verse with an integral title-Light Poetic verse form,witty,pertinent,topical etc (technically a trochaic monometer and not necessarily in rhyme).A 'hybrid' innovative sequenced variation has
developed over the years (since 2009)alongside the original definition
These prices are outrageous! I yell, leaving the store.
I cannot slam the door on my way out, but I want to.
Where are the groceries? My husband asks.
He is sitting in the car, waiting.
“It’s way too expensive here!” I tell him. Drive to another store.
In silence, we drive across town.
I am horrified to see that these prices are worse than the others.
We are going to another store, I tell him.
In a few hours we have returned to the first store, empty-handed.
I run in and my cart is waiting for me, with all of my stuff inside.
“We knew you’d be back!” the manager tells me.
He gives me a cherry wave.
I go through this every Wednesday.
His limericks I’ll never slam, for Tom’s cunning but surely no ham.
January 10, 2021
entered in the Tease a Friend Contest
Sponsor: Bobby May
stop telling me, trying to persuade me
that you won’t do what you do no more ‘cause
the first time left me blind, but now I see
it is what it is, you was what you was
the games the same men and boys like they toys
where you from a project slum taught you s---
tomorrow brought sorrow and little joy
what’s your point light the joint and take a hit
a change of mind can sure mess your mind up
fools and lies can be a futhamucka’
I brought all my bad habits and my cup
call your mother and tell her you love her
your sip and flip make me want to holler
cut the bulls--- and loan me five dollars
Eureka, Shazam, the moment just came,
The moment came out of the blue,
Where all that I’ve written from deep down inside,
Can finally come into view,
I can speak out each poem like a poetry slam,
Poems you’d speak to the moon,
And digitize each on the new record app,
Then distort it to make it in tune,
And to give it some funk I’d add an organ,
And drums to accompany my voice,
Yep, a poem with some instruments to support what is said,
A jazz sort of melodious noise,
Oh wait, hang on, this isn’t something new,
Poems with some symphonic jam,
It’s what I hear on the radio each day,
It’s a song that is sung by a band.
On the surface
you’re all sweetness and light
But ...
the truth is life isn't a game
and if I were to start digging
digging deeper than a gravediggers soiled shovel
I'd see through your libelous lies
which spread daily
like a cankerous carbuncle
Well honey
I’m shooting from the hip -
why can’t you simply sit on your fingers?
Just cut the crap
I’m through with your festering fallacies
get a life
and leave me to live mine in peace
THE CRAP SHOOT POETRY CONTEST Poetry Contest
Sponsored by John Lawless
4/29/19
I'm on a roll, no stopping me now
It would give me a hernia, holy c-c-cow
Stuff would seize up
My butt would slam shut
Poetic constipation it would surely fall-ow
My heart
cr
ump
led
like the screwed up scraps of paper
now languishing in the trash bin
okay, so I write humourous poems ...
I rarely write 'free verse'
or 'perfect' iambic pentameter
yet you lambasted me
Your cruel words tore me apart
my writing style will NEVER be good enough to please YOU
So screw you...
YOU'VE WON
I QUIT
My pen will bleed no more
scaly scabs now prevent the ink from running ...
submitted to favorite free verse not for any contest
Sponsored by laura Loo
04~20~17