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Day in and day out    By Jamyva  Lagout    Day In and Day Out A place where I need not fear
  I. Those shadows lingered hesitantly, quivering across the reflection confined in that damned mirror. 
The mighty Earth Shaker with his fiery temper Could never have imagined How dearly the wondrous oceans would need a mender The seven seas needed help more than he could ever have fathomed  
When the red sky comes, Clouds form and heavy wind pushes me into confusion. Wind grabs me by the hand, Trying its best to hold me back.
Seeing this lingerie lie on the bed, filled me, consumed me, alive in my head. Each touch. Each kiss. Sweet memories of bliss. Flooded my being in sexual mist.
The love we shared was shattered in pieces When I placed your photos in my book's creases I was torn apart when it all ended Badly crmupled and emty-handed   I knew it was the last goodbye
Dear soulmate  Thank you for showing me the sky. Where the birds fly high as my ambitions after a rain storm. Where the clouds are as fluid as my existential comprehension. The sun as potent piercing as your eyes on my soul.
Because I love you I see you for who you are I am not only an admirer, but I see you as a star. A divine reflection Not my missing piece Because when I found you, we both had worked to feel complete
Um, I feel a beating like a drum, it's in my head counting calories for me, don't eat this, don't eat that, too many items, you'll become fat,
She’s alright, She knows she is When she’s with her friends, She forgets about the hurt She laughs, and smiles, and puts on a face
The Teenage Life  Life What is life      You was born 7 pounds and 11 ounces A beautiful baby happy and bouncing Glowing melanin skin and big almond eyes Your mother and father hold you with tears of joys in their eyes And they say “welcome to thi
Instagram, Facebook, That is all it took, Took to lead these teens Out into the streets To live what they'd seen On some little screen.  
Welcome to your new job as my bodyguard The road ahead, I know it will be hard But when I ask for your help I know  You’ll say, do you need one of my hands or both?
I am depressed. I am depressed I am D E P R E S S E D. I wear it like a badge upon my chest that defines me!
I am depressed. I am depressed I am D E P R E S S E D. I wear it like a badge upon my chest that defines me!
Technology, what is it? Some people would argue its our friend. I mean it talks to us, it helps us in difficult situations. I mean how many times have you used a calculator or even google for homework?
Words of poetry shine  bright to form, a light on this troubling world. GIRL! make it beautiful and display your dignity and pride, for we are judged by the outside. Hot rather mild 
It comes in shadows, slowly hovering above you. Neck tied up in mud and just like that you’re drowning. Thoughts in your head restrain you from climbing,
Do you know the feeling When your mind starts spinning And you think you are not even living? And then your whole world starts crumbling And a voice starts shouting at the back of your head
“Judith”, her name still echoes in my mind.
I am a young man with a plan one that helps and does not hurt. I want to make a change that'll touch every heart and heal the hurt, I want to be a young man with a good mind from the start,
ME, I am Play-doh ME, malleable, capable of being anything imaginable ME, smelling of youth, glee, and a Crayola crayon ME, tasting salty from hard work and overuse ME, feeling cool and refreshing
Its whispering winds
Perpetual darkness was all I seeked It was all I knew Ugly hurt shaped my heart And sadness filled my core My insides so full of pain
I don't wear make-up. Yes, I'm a girl.  But I don't wear make-up. It's not that absurd.   The powder is itchy. Mascara's a pain. Eyeliner is nasty. Lipstick leaves a stain.  
whistle my entire existence is contingent upon
A mole? Or is it a beauty mark?
  When you look for it you can’t find it.
Where was the
I am dead inside but when the beat of music hits me that is when I realize I'm alive and full of happiness
Fingers brush over my skin That is soft but resistant with moisture. Brushes tease my grasp. This is art with brushes that doesn’t need a canvas. I’m not organized, It's chaos.
They whistle and howl Am I just a piece of meat? Faster, wolves devour   Note to Reader: I am a woman. I expect to able to walk down the street and not fear for my safety. I am a woman.
Sitting alone Knowing what I have done
I'm homeless I'm lonely I'm an alcoholic Considered a stain upon the society Nothing to offer, Except my wastes and the breath exhaled from my lungs I may not have much of anything by my name.
Concrete shells dig into my fleshas your teeth gnaws at my neck –hungry, vehement, absent.
               I’m tired of playing this game that seems to go in circles.                 With me thinking I had gained the title I strived for.                 Level One.                 Level Two.
We're expected to not go out alone at night, to close our legs, be feminine, submissive,
Close your eyes dream Open your eyes live. A dream, it can be the start of a life long adventure. Some people dream and just let it be. Some people dream and set their dreams free.
Disorder   I have ADHD And ADD And OCD And a,b,c,d,e,f,g,h,I,j,k,l,m,n,o,p,o,p,o,p, Oh my God I'm doing it again, That was so fun!
Do you have ANY idea what you have done to me? Can’t you see?   Because of YOU My childhood consisted of empty promises, nothing but air bubbles.  Should have saved yourself the trouble.
Tell me how I am supposed to know what to believe in,
I know I should be working I know that it's just "right" Not relying on welfare checks
Did you know that if you stop and look,Open your eyes and take in the sight,That everything comes to light?The darkness,The loss,The despair,Loneliness.
A Light in the Darkest of Nights. By: Keila Levis   I see love at first sight. I see wonders in the sky. Like an owl, I see the darkest of nights. I see loneliness, as I spy.
 Power, is that what it is? Making people feel insubordinate
Grab, break, abuse Even if you win, you lose Picture this: A little miss, not much bigger than yous Just wants her dad to give her a kiss But insead shes greeted by his welcoming fists
Stop! Drop! And Roll! No, that doesn't work for me. I drop, bundle and fall as other start to kick me.Their shoes scratch my head and leave marks on my arms. I dress myelf in long sleeves so that no one can see my harms.
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