Poetry Slam Poems - Poems about Poetry Slam

Words dance across the canvas of my mind, Brushstrokes of meaning, colors of sound. In poetry's rhythm, art is defined Where image and language are forever bound. The painter speaks in textures, light, and shade, The poet paints with metaphor and rhyme. Both cast their visions that will never fade, Standing defiant against the rush of time. A sonnet blooms like petals on...

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Spoken warriors, with rhythm words as their sound swords/ A poetry slam where words and body language put the audience in a sweaty heap/ the spectrum of a creative sound off between spoken word poetry rappers and new time jazz hipsters has the club bustin' to the rafters/ expressive improvised creative pace and volume on the spot...

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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 tall fat or thin Do YOU hear my message or take...

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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...

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We live in a world of brainwashed morality, A world where the assumed romantic preference is the opposite sex, A world where we expect people to marry and have kids. I thought about having kids as a kid, Marrying and having a family, But it was not set in stone, and I questioned it. Then I grew a little bit, The idea...

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You've ignited a fire beyond what you know, my smooth hand glides providing the flow, striking lightening that makes the mind blow, you stole my rhymes and put them on show. I followed the trail and look where it led, a place full of those that are dead in the head. I've had it with low lifes where plagiarism thrives, you steal,...

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"Contests. We don't need no stinking contests." We..What's this "we" stuff, You got a mouse in your pocket Or is this a Mexican stand off? Pff....Whatever! I'm a single player Compeating against other mis-chief makers I have no rules! I'm a second rate gal With a second rate termology Go away boy scout Your to much of a lamb Contests are for dopes Writing in...

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Poetry slam Do you understand Giving it straight To the man Standing right up there And enacting a plan Be exciting Don't be bland The recite with passion And let your voice be heard Spread a message in every verse Carefully choosing every word To incite and to ignite Truth in those that hear To resonate and be quite clear To those who try to cover up their ears And rock...

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Poetry slam The words, full of rhythm, The performance…. outstanding, Charming the audience, holding them tight, Like a first-time mother with a new born child. The arguments the agreements all flowing into one. Philosophical reasoning shared by the individual voice, As if a conversation by the many. Poetry slam? Performance at its best, appealing, Fascinating to watch, amazing to...

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Yo Yo Yo my name is Robin And my poems are really rockin' With me you can not compete You will feel sad defeat My writing skills can't be touched All your words need to be flushed Down the toilet with disgust Listen to me you can trust My opinion, you can't rhyme It makes me sick everytime Your words fail to connect As all the...

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When I was younger so much younger than today, I used to go to lots of poetry events. There was something called Red Sky that was every week, people were so very serious about it. Then one day I had an epiphany, "My god. I'm at a poetry event," and stopped going. Later it all...

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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...

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There is something that I can't understand Something blinds me when I look in your eyes It makes my heart tremble Can't help it I'm sweating Wanna run away but my body seems frozen Oh don’t you know? Love is a deadly virus Once colonize your veins You become addicted And if you wanna give up You have a contract to sign up Leave your...

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If I can make it off this chair, I’ll dance, my lovely Irish dance. Arms can stay down, how wonderful. Just two feet, so beautiful, In joint ecstasy and cadence. Whirling, moving, turbulent air. If I can make it to the stage, Reading aloud, speak my rhyme Myself, speak and make them sing. No pause, no...

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Feeling alone like I’m by myself on an Island, Spending time within my mind and forever rhyming, Remembering everything comes together slowly when ya smiling, Like a raw gem that transforms into a well-crafted diamond, While aware of the memories in the shadows that keep crying, Tomorrows a better day when we can see over the horizon, Compiling and filing my...

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