Spoken Word Poems | Examples of Spoken Word Poetry

He took an oath beneath the chandelier palace, tongue lapping at furtive moth wings. A crown of collectible bottle caps balanced on his warty brow. Lilith bowed as he passed, her petals muttering oaths. Tadpoles formed a scepter’s ascendency, guiding his webbed ascent. In the court of cattails and reeds, he declared dominion over ripples. Bullfrogs drummed a royal cadence, while dragonflies danced in tribute. But power...

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You who worship yourself, listen carefully. I won’t shout. I don’t have to. Truth cuts deeper when it’s whispered. You raise your hands high, but not to the God who made you. You worship the mirror. You exalt dust. You crown yourself king over a kingdom made of ashes. You pray, but only for yourself. You sing, but only about yourself. You preach, but only to glorify...

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It's only 2:00 am. I even waited to take the drugs till midnight, so I wouldn't have to fight an extra 2 hours through the night Not that it makes much of a difference. In 4.5 hours my alarm will go off (not that I really need one) and I'll continue to just survive each torturous moment. The only difference is the daytime doesn't have the...

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These next _ minutes are going to be hard... I open my eyes Not sure what time it is, but I bet I can guess. The drugs never work for more than 2 hours, and the distress from the pressure in my head and throat has been suppressing more than 2 hours of sleep a night for months now - even with the drugs. They have...

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In case I never write another poem again, here's what I've been thinking I've had a rough time wrestling with the rigid grooves inside my red hard, head - heading nowhere really, getting no place clearly, drearily coming to a head - where spine meets brain and runs its creviced terrain it spent too many hours of my life building. Beautiful though, isn't it? All of it...

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I want them to shake me— not to break me, but to stir something deep. To rattle me, gently, from places I’ve let fall asleep. To spring anger—yes— but only where healing begins. To draw tears, like cleansing rain, and decorate the silence with something real again. I want them to leave you wondering, just quietly wanting more. Not confused, but curious— like standing before an unopened door. I want my...

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Don’t talk to me about self-control If you’ve never cried in your bed After trying to quit for the 50th time. Don’t tell me “it’s just a phase” If you’ve never looked at yourself in the mirror And hated what you became. And don’t you dare say, “Everybody watches ****.” Because that’s the problem. This generation is overdosing on pleasure And starving for purpose. Sex...

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It’s a warning. If I perish, I perish But I will not shut up. Lust is not love. **** is not harmless. Masturbation is not a phase. I lived it Not ‘cause I was raised wrong, But because sin crept in through a simple ad at twelve. Yeah, twelve. One click, and my innocence died behind a glowing screen. Don’t tell me this is normal. Normal ain’t...

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"It's all going to be okay" he would say, with no scent of doubt in his breath, even as its aroma reeked from mine, as I'd blurt out "how can you be so sure?" I never figured out what made my dad so positive in life, though I'm positively sure his life wasn't free from trial and the upsetting...

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Yo. From a whisper, barely a breath, to a front-page roar/ EAST COAST JAZZ in the fifties, sixties/ Not just blowing trumpets, but blowing up the jazz scene jazz/ LPs stacked high vinyl spinnin’, cracklin' truth in every hip-to-be way. Jazz LPs, popin'’ the Truth, etched in black and white/ modern Jazz on...

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The Eternal Question: God, No God, Maybe God By Tarian Marks I had a thought about if God didn't exist What if man alone was responsible for these temptations that we couldn't resist? What if our own ideas alone conceived buildings, technology, and rivers? What if we were responsible for creating the sweat from warmth and the cold that makes...

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Can you ever be pleased, mankind? Everything we try, yet we're met with night. We're nerds, unaware of the truth's light, When all that pleases you lies in deceitful sight. "Do not be conformed to the pattern of this world" Yet we strive to fit, in a world that's flawed from birth. Truth's told when falsehoods behold your desire's flame, Emulate to...

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I don't want to recite this poem in front of you... Probably not for the reasons you're thinking, But what do I know of what you're thinking For that matter What do you know of me? Sometimes I think I'm pretty witty with words, But what if you don't think so? I get so tired of trying to make people like me. It's...

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(Snaps fingers rhythmically, leans into the mic) Ninety. X. Underground/ The hiss of the tape, a constant companion/ Atmospheric pressure, a concrete room, sweat slicked on foreheads, illuminated by a single bulb. These 90's beats… a pulse/ A heartbeat of asphalt jungles. Slick rhymes slithered, a venomous elegance, feeding the bumpin' heads, the Hip Hop...

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I’ve been runnin' Out of breath, cold sweat, lungs burnin' But these legs, they move but they aint goin’ - no place, no distance can be found between the chased and the chaser cuz they’re one and the same The hunter the hunted, the stalker the stalked, the predator the prey, they’re all the same Maybe someday, I'll be free, but it’s hard to run from...

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