***flawless poetry slam

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  In golden meadows, where sun rays kissed the blossoms, A colony thrived under nature's perfect rhythm. Their queen, wise and noble, ruled with grace and might,
When I feel like I need you, I remind myself that I believed in God long before I believed in you. I remind myself that I have been praying longer than I've been calling you.
It's the way she's always there. When I cry she cries with me.   She gives me everything I need. When I need to talk she's there.   Driving in the car she creates
What does it really mean to be flawless? Is it having a perfect face and incredible body? Having all the guys/girls wanting you? Being the ideal person everyone wants to be? Or.
What does it really mean to be flawless? Is it having a perfect face and incredible body? Having all the guys/girls wanting you? Being the ideal person everyone wants to be? Or.
WHY
Why only call on him at midnight? When your mind feels weak not right Why not call on him throughout the day? Like before you become overwhelmed and your skies turn gray
Broke Boy's Dream   Money for college is a broke boy’s dream I only have money for things I need I’m not writing this for a good college fling But for my education and that’s what I’m going to achieve
Laughing loving cheers Family is filled with joy Christmas time is here.  
Its like my mind fell off a plane into needle tips 
When life gets down it seem like you notice all the little things. The cracks in the sidewalk, the birds that sing their song That little dent in your car. Its only when things get bad that the little things stand out.
                                  Flawless Young black and educated climbing my way up to the top I was never meant to be average    Flawless
The books bind a universe, and I've dug it out, Stretching the stars out on my arm. I reflex and relax the meaning of pleasure. My name calls me Queen of the Stars. Erikaboom, I bloom, lost in a ranshackled room
My body isn't yours to define no matter how hard you try to fit me in your box or fit in that top I am not yours to define.   My feminimity isn't yours to define just because I don't cry
"Beauty is pain."  The phrase I was raised on. My mom, my grandmother, my great grandmother- Whether it was while brushing my difficult hair, or applying mascara to my innocent and eager eyes before school, 
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