Life Slam Poems | Examples
These Life Slam poems are examples of Slam poems about Life. These are the best examples of Slam Life poems written by international poets.
forget not king warning demonic
danger incremental gradual liberal
nor genocide joey precedent
nor dispensation donny cleansing
oligarchy authority false choice
g ford greater more effective evil
empire merrikka people subjects
rejects will well being ignore
dream fruition arriving never more
guard commons free speech farmed
private sector extract boiled ready frog
politic elect thesbian culture war
tonies grammies oscars divide conquer
chopping chomsky consent manufacture
wealth income earth labor rare birth
despair lament pay rent higher
proper response race both blatant
subtle kinder gentler totalitarian
all planet people planted excluded
possible power economic politic
remote hemmed chemical psycho
social escape routes addict dead ends
abundant narrate nook craney cross
every color four bid three finger all pro
nouns nun since seeing poking stabbing
lids bins laden all gore beat rhyme
tapdancing tintinabulation embedded
robot tune ruin seesaw sooth soul life
sleep endless bow dark nestle loud
selah
This is MY body. MY temple. MY fortress,
It doesn't come with permissions through the way that I dress.
You have zero rights to do what you please,
If I show some skin, it doesn't make me a tease.
You cannot grab my cookie and expect to be safe,
You should however prepare to be clocked in the face.
As a woman who's been silent for way too long,
Nows the time to stand up and its time to be strong.
When I dress my body its for my own pleasure,
Not for you to go forcefully digging for treasure.
When I dress provocatively it is NOT for your ease,
It certainly doesn't mean I belong on my knees.
I choose to dress in all sorts of ways,
Depending on what I'm needing those days.
To feel powerful, confident, sexy or comfortable,
Not for you to sit there and judge if I'm able.
Women keep rising because we are unbreakable,
We come back harder, stronger and less amenable.
You don't own me, my body, or my rights,
So stop trying to dominate the women who bring you life.
I'm not sure when you left,
but my guess is, it's been a process
from the beginning.
Maybe the moment you left heaven's presence
you longed for its essence,
and left unnoticed?
Or was it when your freedom fell,
taken from the grips of hell,
and all it taught you to believe about yourself,
and life?
Or maybe when the one you
felt could change all that,
did change all that,
and left himself?
So, so did you?
Or, was it when your dad left?
Or maybe when the very definition of God
was crushed under betrayal's menacing vengeance?
Your dependence on yourself was your downfall,
you know.
And now, there's no feeling left at all.
The more you left,
the more I was left wandering,
left wondering,
how to find someone who desires to remain in the shadows
If God is hateful
explain where love comes from.
If God is your equal,
define the body
and how each piece flows as one,
and recreate it.
If God is betrayal
convince me your life is done,
that you're not just undone,
but unfinished.
If God is pure punishment
explain replenishment,
recuperation
and recovery.
Your discovery of God is not set in stone
and neither is mine.
So give Him some time to show you these rhymes
are more than mere poetry,
not solely words on a page.
Go on and gauge what the 'h' this means for yourself
If I missed you
What difference will it make
When I’m metaphorically stuck in this irony called life like a lost piece of a puzzle
If I stopped scribbling
Of what gain will it be
Burying myself, my feelings and pain proving the world to be strong
Treating me like I’m lucky to know you
when you are so lowly I’d rather be lonely
here is a treat that I’m happy to show you
you’re in my life and then do not know me
deluding yourself in the view of your ego
believing your better when you’re not my equal
not saying I’m good but you are just evil
thinking you’re better than all other people
the world is a forest and you are a gibbon
you see very little when senses sense within
oblivious to all whilst selfishly driven
you think you’ve got talent you must be kidding
a child walking where adults are found
unaware of what is found all around
believing yourself through words you sound
challenging people that will knock you down
the ignorant bliss that you use as a shield
you’re French at Agincourt found dead in a field
what you have’s visible and clearly revealed
you’re mentally ill with belief you are skilled
offering nothing but a personal dream
of something you’re not and have never been
of someone you think you are nobody’s seen
thinking you’re alpha when you’re Mr. Bean!
Although I'm in a grim never ending funk,
Rising like the Phoenix will be a slam dunk.
I want to free myself of the sadness,
Rise above all the noise and the madness.
My goal is soar above the galaxy and stars,
no longer a prisoner behind invisible bars.
If I don't shake off this profound abyss,
I will in turn forfeit a life of pure bliss.
A person of substance who has morals and character
Having this about their persona questioned by someone
Least of all someone completely lacking such characteristics
Will can and would never ever be able to understand
Exactly what that would mean and do to someone who has
It's like trying to explain to someone
What it is like to be loved and to feel loved
You either are or you quite patently aren't
2 individual all of which are people
But are worlds apart in terms of individual feelings
And relative perspective on what actually
adds any true value or meaning in life
Until in the very end eventually 1 finds oneself
Revisiting a dearly departed loved ones diary
Questioning realistically has all that has gone before
Really in fact bitten the dust
Or just covered it up
Life cant be bought on shops
Things change when people feel on tops
Our culture define who we are
Who we were
Who we will
But life is a journey
The sharp ends meet
Politicians think we live to need
We need each other indeed
The rich are stupid to think they are timid
One thing is for sure
I am smart enough to know
That the people
Who run us and our day to day lives
Are actually in charge
Are way far more smart
And more powerful
Than I
Am or could ever wish to be
That is the reason they
And not I
Are or ever will be
Ever in charge
As they way more
Devilishly , devious and clever
And why the only thing I know for sure
Is that nothing any time
In the near or not to distant future
Is about to change
As they make the rules
Which dictate and control
This so called game
We call life
Life ain't for the plenty
Instead it rather
Chooses to
Extracts it kicks from praying
On the mild mannered and the meek
Life is like a thief
That seems to be
It's one and only brief
And if you don't believe me
Ask the ghostly sewer children
Lying in the fetal position
With a blank expression
Both
Wondering and pondering
The eternal question
For one last time
Before they did
Why
Oh
Ohh
Why
What
The hell did I do wrong
I wasn't even here that long
Only to be and get told
Doesn't matter
Life ain't for the plenty
Only those who are willing
To take not only their
Share
But everyone else's
As well
If you think that life
Is supposedly supposed to be fair
I can only presume you may have
Taken a wrong turn and ended up
in fools heaven
As again just to me
It sounds to me like
You or whomever told you
Or lead you into believing that
Has never really actually been
Anywhere near there
But yes for definitely
This I can most honestly and truthfully say
If Frank Sinatra owned the right
To do things his way
Then this is my way
Of preserving my state of mental health
Not joining hands
And being lead blindly by the blind
And yes I take no pride nor joy
For expressing this my view point
Out loud or in a crowd
As would nothing more nor less
Than for the above mentioned
Statement of the world to be true
But due to the fact it isn't
And I see it quite patently ain't
Id much rather choose
Not to make it any further worse
By acknowledging
And predicating this
Unholy lie
Wind is blowing pretty hard.
See why the hand holds
Will lift you and slam you. Sometimes the boat leaves the water completely.
Your raceing around the deck trying not to be swept overboard.
You are so soaked, wind chilling you to the bone.
Half filled with fear
Yet the grin says I'm having the time of my life
Make a mistake your dead
I have no care about dead. Doesn't matter to me.
I'm alive. Nature slamming me every way
Waves that lean the boat to where you swear the boats mast is almost touching the water each rock of a wave
What's crazy I can't swim a lick .
Don't care. Better my body on the ocean floor than ashes sitting forever on someone's shelf
You can sit in a couch feeling sad thinking life has past you by .
Waste away in sorrow
No thoughts on tomorrow
Or get yourself up go out and bring life to you
Like its said you live only once.
You live every day.
you die only once
Your choice. Make the most out of what short time we get, or you waste away wishing.
Yeah. Only you can make this choice
Life is like waves or problem
Coming together with issues;
Difficult to predict or slam;
Hard to enjoy the sound of the drum
When the captain of the ship losing control;
Life is like waves or problem;
Waves come with sound which called "conundrum "
Dancers, musicians, spectators stump; no blame
Difficult to predict or slam;
Swimming in ocean, trying to survive the storm;
Flying in the space , different plans rise;
Life is like waves or problem.
Some people dancing ,others hubbub, hum ...
humming loudly for help , no body care about them,
Difficult to predict or slam.
Life blights here and there , lukewarm and harm;
Hopeless people are crying everywhere on earth ;
Life is like waves or problem;
Difficul to predict or slam.
March 16/2023
By Alfonso Warally Ngengethe Mussabwa Chris
We can work it out
If not together
And all else fails
Than surely alone
Without suffering the total and
utter indignity
Of our loved one seeing our tears
of pain drain from our red cracked
blistered eyes
Whom will eventually trickle down
either side of our uneven listening faces
That cannot though best we may try to
hide exactly how broken into countless
tiny pieces in actuality it is
Whilst still pretending to carry on
regardless as if we do not have a
care in the world
And that's all well and good as long
as it is day and has not passed over
to night
Because unfortunately sadly then when
we eventually go to bed
The realization comes crashing in that
it is all but you and your head for constant
company
And the pair of you cannot for the life
of you
Work out anything as simple as
1 + 1
Without them never mind you