Love Slam Poems | Examples
These Love Slam poems are examples of Slam poems about Love. These are the best examples of Slam Love poems written by international poets.
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.
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
Pining for my love
Wrestler, Sassy Moose Jaw Sal
Body slam scripted
Poem composed: November 24, 2020
Ok, this is where I was
A few miles since you last saw me.
A little before sun up,
Before I became road kill.
Stay closer and I'll tell you more.
May I ask, before,
When will I see you again?
Your pure and unnatural thing,
Your nut house?
It's never so easy
When you are road kill like me
Not even hurried
No one checking If I'm here.
Who are you anyway,
To have ever looked this way?
A love letter to road kill,
That spirited, wounded animal
With unfinished business.
Ok, so where were you?
Did you think it wasn't spelled out
Clearly a few miles since I last saw you?
Before you became road kill?
DON'T BLOW IT.
Slow down; life is not so real
Break down;
love is all you can feel.
What little time you have to be,
don't blow it,
children know how love should be,
just show it.
Don't blow it.
Fine line;
life is just sureal,
make time,
there's no time you can steal;
what little love that you may find,
surround it
Don't blow it.
if you have a dream,
be glad you've found it
Surround it.
Don't blow it.
Don't blow it.
Don't blow it.
© ron wilson aka Vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet
June 10 2016 have no music for this, and am welcoming anyone who wants to give it a try, I am just too busy right now. so give it a try, then send what you come up with to [email protected]. See how many versions we can come up with. Good luck.
PD: "We should hang sometime? I mean, we're practically the same guy."
ME: "That is the worst slam, the worst insult I ever received in my life."
- All in fun........-=...-=...-=....-=...=.........-=...-=...-=....-=...=..
.......-=...-=...-=....-=...=..Love ya Hon.
Pierced by shards of shattered glass
Deeper and deeper you stab me
With lies and venomous words
Dissecting my heart piece by piece
Crushed like the petals of a withered rose
I’m dying …
Scarlet blood seeps into my very soul
Drip
Drip
Drip
Into pieces and a bloody mess
I scarified secrets;
Secrets you tore and tore,
Gracing a fake friendship,
Trust tossed like a sweaty towel
Now karma a poisonous snake
You plea ...
To be on death row, decomposing
Dripping into the night -- Silently
fading and fading
Stung by my viper lips,
smiling
grinning
laughing
Until you are no more
A Poet Destroyer Collaboration
Collaboration Celebration Contest
7th August 2015
He cheats on me with video games,
Cuts out my voice with music;
The clothes all over the house,
But I'm the one who cleans;
Dishes fill the sink,
They just sit and wait for me;
Just because I said I do?
Level up chump! Tough Love!
How do I hate thee? Let me count the ways.
I hate thee to the depth and breath and height
my plunger can reach, when reaching out of sight.
to the ends of a stopped-up toilet bowl.
I hate thee to the level of everyday’s.
most disgusting need, by sun and candle-light.
I hate thee freely, as no other men would want thee.
I hate thee purely, as thy years have taken their toll.
I hate thee because thy brain appears too loose.
Good grief, thou art a woman no man would choose.
I hate thee as much as crap from a goose.
With coke up thy nose, and smell of whiskey on thy breath,
it appears since thy birth, thou were destined to lose.
I shall but hate thee even after thy death.
Sonnet 43 (How do I love Thee, let me count the ways)
By Elizabeth Barrett Browning.
(I just took this as a fun little assignment.
I did not even make the deadline for the
contest. I was not targeting any person
at all in this little story. I do not object to
slam poetry and I think it would be
humorous to see someone get arrested
for not even being able to slam correctly!
I love all my friends, slamming and
non-slamming alike. ) Andrea
Some poetry cops learned the crime
Of a slammer who just couldn’t rhyme.
In a jail cell he pays -
Being forced endless days
To hear sonnets while he’s serving time!
I know little of poet, Sam Slam,
But give him a slice of poet I am.
Of the prime directive,
I am over protective,
So slam your gums down, here comes your ham.
For Anti-Slam Limericks
In Honor of: Carolyn Devonshire
Placed #3
Exploding coffee machines
Made me mad
Annoyed when neighbor’s
Dog barked
Thumping sound of the young couple
Making love rattling like animals
Irritated me
When somebody said good morning
It sucked life out of me
Margheritta without an egg yolk
Made me wild.
Only nephew of my billionaire aunt
had a windfall, when she died.
Good happens, troubles loom.
From one-bed flat to a huge house
missing my early dislikes
I want to chop down this
this overdose of happiness
Afraid to be happy.
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February 4, 2010
Form Free Verse
Dr. Ram Mehta
Fifth Place Win
Contest:slam the slam by Skat-A, Irma