Slam Prose Poems

Dotard Trumpery used to detest the "ery" excrescence ending his surname,
for its apocope he approached Megan Trump and poached her maiden name,
to which Joshua Trump,...

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The words “watermelon gum” and “stifling heat” shouldn’t be synonymous with the sentiments that ripped me to shreds during the month of July--and although all...

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They call my style old boring art 
But please tell me what they know about me? 
When I say “slam” everybody looks at me and...

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I looked at my watch and it was quarter to three.
you were on your back where you wanted to be,
I had to wake you from...

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Fighting between fake and reality
The first day when I sign up in Earth
With the vast terms and conditions, now I’ve lost
Terms were issued in hospital...

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Dear Awakening Poet

	Do not fall into the trap of succumbing to “Modern” as a type of  poetry.  Write as if the ink would...

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If you try to tell me that I’m just being a drama queen, the silent screams that suffocate my thoughts might just escape from my...

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Apparently, we’re living in a women’s world. Yes, we’re way better off than we were fifty years ago, but that doesn’t mean that sexism is...

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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...

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Endless curse, my love for you
A dirty life, my ritual of solitude
Quiet days and empty nights
Foggy mornings and everything that comes with lack of sleep

And...

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An innocent small girl is crying on the roadside
her face seems very candid and
expressions look naïve, but
nobody knows the cause of her sadness and 
and...

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It is a strange inner world, if you live there alone. In me eight boys hide, a couple of villains, some discarded toys, screeching birds,...

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Stained glass
Bleeds rainbow
Over dust particles
Of sun
Rains colour
On my head

Deep organ
Fists slam
Feet stamp
Pounds music
Vibrato
Rattles my stomach

Voice booms
Speaks words
Incomprehensible
To ears detached
From reality

Sadness, gaiety,
Melancholy, questions
Happiness, silliness
States of mind
Suddenly
Devoid...

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 I was thinking that  maybe it isn't the right time to talk about my feelings, but I've had enough of pretending that I'm...

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   This has been a hot minute to say the cold hard truth. I second that! Glasses full of hours turn hands into...

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I was 19 when I shook my first fistful of poetry at His Grace, "The Editor".
Each page carefully pre-crafted for His consideration.
My genesis of pain...

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Another long night ahead, into the creeping dawn.
 
Consumed with literary prowess screaming expletives behind my eyes,

 Lit solely under humming tungsten vibes, worlds collide...

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Boys boys boys boys

She has red hair
She was blonde last month
She maybe another next month, next week, or tomorrow 
She loves them boys
She always goes...

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I never understood people who claim that,
they “believe in God”, but not in his creations…
Angels, demons, spirits or that all animals have souls.

Why many who...

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I dreamed I was on board a ship; the night was absolute darkness, I could only hear the massive body of water than engulfed this...

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