Poetry Slam Poems - Poems about Poetry Slam

You’re not THAT good, yes it's true

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

Finding Your Light

They say love yourself,
As if it were that simple,
As if I could just flip a switch
And suddenly see what they see.

But every mirror I pass
Reflects back their whispers instead of my face,
Their judgments carved into my skin
Like ancient hieroglyphs of "not enough."

I've spent years
Apologizing for the space I occupy,
Making myself smaller,
Folding myself into origami shapes
That

Art N Poetry

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

Spoken Warriors

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

Poetry Slam

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

The Crap Shoot Poetry Contest

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

When Can I Decide

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

Be Wise, Do Not Plagiarise

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,

Contests We Don'T Need No Stinking Contests

"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

Slam the Poetry

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

Poetry Slam

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

It Is Slam Time For You

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

Poetry Slam

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

Screw You

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

Love Is a War

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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