Real Men Write Poetry-Slam PoemHello, my name is Anna,Real Men Write Poetry-Slam Poem2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
or "Blue" if you please.
I am a poet and so is,
Zach, Corbin, Harrison, and Kenji.
We have a passion,
a will to write,
and I don't think you have the right to stop us.
You say that we were just kids who searched for misery,
and you say that boys aren't fit to write poetry.
But those four men I just introduced,
are in my eyes so much stronger than you.
Yes I am a girl,
so call me a hypocrite,
but I'm finding it ironic,
that you think these men,
would have a problem with you.
Maybe you're the little boy inside,
look we get it, wont you just apologize?
Do you know how much effort,
that they put into their work?
I promise you,
that to me they're lifesavers,
They're believers, they're creators,
and all around life changers.
They take me away from this reality,
and pull me into their wonderful poetry.
I can't help but fall in love with their words on the paper,
losing myself in their iambic pentameter.
No matter what words you use or say,
you will never take th
The girl in the pondIt was a warm summer night when I found her.The girl in the pond2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Her dress was white with yellow sunflowers,
and her auburn hair was spread out around her pale face.
It looked like an ever changing halo
moving gently in a soft breeze.
She had lost a shoe
Her deep, blue eyes stared into heaven
and the freckles of her skin drew constellations
against the pale background to mirror the stars above.
Fish gently nibbled at her fingers and nestled in her hair
paying no heed to her ruby lips which her last breath had left open
almost like an invitation.
I looked at her
I loved her...
Thinking it was the least I could do
now that she had been so carelessly abandoned.
It was my duty to remember her.
I took the memory of her and stuffed it away
for safe keeping
The rest was just a shell
now empty and soon decayed.
Then I left
leaving only the pond behind to swallow its secrets.
the math of missing youit would take methe math of missing you1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
to walk from my
according to google maps,
it would take me about
and while that's still longer
than i would like to go
without seeing you,
it a much more appealing
the 3,157 that we
have to wait through
as it stands.
i've never enjoyed math,
i've never enjoyed missing you.
putting the two together
adds up to what is probably
the single most unpleasant thing
that i can think of.
Everything You BorrowedOn Sunday afternoon,Everything You Borrowed10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
after exiting the church,
you plucked the sun from the sky
and hid it in your palms
so that when I held your hands
they would no longer be cold.
When Monday night arrived
you snatched every single star
and used my tears to make
Tuesday's empty dawn shone
through the cracks of the door--
you stole the promise of what
could never be
and draped it around my shoulders.
After Wednesday's twilight passed,
you grabbed the clouds
and wove a tapestry of lies
that I hung on the walls
of my prison.
Thursday crept through us
on silent tiptoes,
waiting for us to take notice--
instead, we merely waited
for midnight to come.
The dusk of Friday waned
while you stripped it of its sorrows
and sewed them into my skin.
When Saturday came
you tried to steal the moon;
I watched as you stood on your tombstone
and stretched to reach it.
You fell, then--
fell, broke your neck,
and landed six feet under.
I couldn't cry afterwards,
for you had taken my agony
and washed it out to
BallerinaTumbling through the sky toward a summit uncertainBallerina5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
My nights are alight with a flourishing flicker
That burns in my bones with an ache I can't hide
Desire that damns me down to ashes unsigned
And it can't be right, but it can't be wrong
So I twirl on the tips of my toes like I'm told
While casting my head back to scream at the cold
Spinning faster and swifter with each star that descends
Defying the wheels of roulette that forget
That I always win out in the end.
Ultimate Showdown Song ParodyThe Ultimate Battle of League of Legends Champions Song ParodyUltimate Showdown Song Parody4 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Parody of The Ultimate Showdown of the Ultimate Destiny
By Zach Melmet
Fed chogath was feasting about
The league like it was an in-n-out
When suddenly hiemerdinger burst from the shade
And hit chogath with a cussion grenade
Chogath got pissed and began to scream
But got distracted by nidalee
Who proceeded to pounce him in cougar stance
When sona came and made them all dance
And sona started singing a cool beat
When she got hit by evelynns feet
But before Evelyn could shadow walk away
Amumu hugged her asked to stay
But amumu started crying from all of his fears
And drowned Evelyn in all of his tears
Then he became sad and ran away
But tf ulted in the way
This is the ultimate battle
Of league of legends champions
Silences stuns and spell casting
As far as the fog of war
And only 1 can beat all
And take home all the winnings
This is the ultimate battle
Of league of legends champions
Chogath ate all of twisted fate
Reality of DreamingAlas!Reality of Dreaming2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
'Twas only a dream,
Yet seeming so
My certainty was pure,
Her embraced in
No boring brown eyes,
Only the majestic
No out dated fashions,
Only silk soft
I am no poet,
Her making me
So know I know,
She's only a
It does not exist,
Dreaming only of
Depression and I are Fuck BuddiesWhen I was young I made a friend.Depression and I are Fuck Buddies7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
She was kind of quiet-
a loner, like me.
She wore a long cloak of stars and melodies
that would wrap around us both when she got close.
As we got older
we became closer-
until she was all I could see.
She gave me words of comfort,
whispered when no one was around.
And I would hold her close,
Keeping her curled up inside.
Even when she was mean,
I would forgive her.
If she made me cry,
I would hold her closer.
We are never apart for very long,
though the people around us would try
and rip us from each other’s grasp.
She would simply disappear
for hours or days or months.
And soon she would sneak in my bedroom
with her cloak of starlight and music
and hold me in a lovers’ embrace.
un-writers blockI've been in a good head space my mind has been freeun-writers block3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Recently nothing's been bothering me
The problem with this is I had nothing to write
The blissful acceptance blocked my sight
The tables are turning things are troubling me now
The flow gets easier, it's freeing some how
I don't like this cycle the pain let's me speak
Silenced when I'm happy, frustrated when I'm weak
BackThe cracks in the sidewalkBack8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Led me to a sacred place
In the back of my mind
Where old thoughts reside.
A gentle glow
From a time not so
When I still made you smile.
All that is gone,
And now I know
I expected too much
From fragile grounds.
Present times have shown me,
We cannot look to another
And presume that person
To be better than we can ourselves be.
Brought out the worst in me,
And no one deserves
That all the time.
No longer the holder
Of my heart,
You are released from the burden
I always was to you.
No anger in my thoughts,
No contempt in my heart.
Please, just let this be,
And enjoy a life free … of me.
Copyright © 2014 by Tonya Amos
Things A Guy Will Leave Out Of Love Poems10 Things a Guy Thinks around His Crush but Will Leave out of Love PoemsThings A Guy Will Leave Out Of Love Poems10 months ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
My girl is kind of like a unicorn…
‘cause I have the problem of getting so socially awkward around girls
That I scare them as if I was the grudge
Or a mummy
Or a vampire (oh…wait)
This girl is cuter than a panda bear…
And Running through my head is a list of things
That I think around her but probably shouldn't
Things that I couldn’t possibly say to her face
But have no problem telling a bunch of strangers:
Why are you single?
Why are you not single?
You’re not asking her out right now
Don’t shit your pants.
I just shit my pants.
That’s a lovely pair of….
Maybe if I write her a poem,
She’ll fall in love with me.
What’s her name again?
Is she looking at me?
She’s looking at me.
Oh my God, she’s looking at me…
She’s looking at me
She’s talking to th
FearFalse afflictionsFear3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
running sharply from your tongue
embracing my aching heart
crushing it to dust
Evidence you created
emerging from your mouth
tears rolling down the valleys of your face
brow furrowed in desperate screaming
Appearing for all the world
as the victim of self satisfaction
your rage making almost truths
from disconnected incidents
Real world affections
rolling out of me and over you
like raindrops in the ocean.
cinderella died yesterday"burn your tiaras,cinderella died yesterday2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
bury your fairy godmother.
it's time for you to grow up now, you're
no peter pan.
forget never never land.
stars are just burning balls of gas that are
slowly running out of time- they can't
hear your wishes.
cast aside your dr. seuss books like you will
later cast aside your bibles.
after all, a fairy tale is a fairytale is a fairytale.
life will teach you that.
grace, you were born into a role
only a very strong girl can play.
see, society will hate you for being
what they don't want to believe.
surrender your throne, your castle is under siege.
stop being fascinated with the sky,
you'll never go there.
keep your feet on the ground, and steady yourself
before you help another.
your brain is more logical than your heart,
therefore take your instructions from it.
promises can be broken as easily as can be made.
do not rely on something as weak as miracles and love-
and if you only have one piece of armor,
defend your back from the people you trust the most.
BuckwheatI bite into an apple,Buckwheat10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Hoping that it might grace me with
The juice that runs down my chin
Too often saidI often hear it said,Too often said2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Uttered by too many.
But it makes me wonder,
Have you ever been told -
You are beautiful?
If you haven't,
Can I speak to you?
Can I tell you,
You are beautiful?
Notice I use the modal verb,
Because I need your permission.
There is something that I want you to know,
I am rubbish at this,
Rubbish at all of this.
These are my thoughts,
These are the words I want you to hear,
Will tell you,
I wish it could be me.
It may be too often said,
But I want you to hear it,
You are beautiful.
I say I know,
You would never be interested in a person like me,
But this is my message to you,
A message that you will never read,
A note that was placed in a bottle but never put in the ocean.
Will never transpire, to anything tangible.
You are beautiful,
And my worries, my anxieties,
Of things that will never happen,
Keep me awake,
For three days,
And I'm tired,
And I'm sad.
That you are be
I LoveI want to beI Love3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
in the centre of the forest, surrounded
by the sounds and the colours,
the sunlight coming in
green and blue,
bright, warm and cheerful.
I want to watch the fire dance
in your eyes,
kiss you under the infinite
Sing, and laugh, fall asleep
in your arms.
Scream my joys out into the abyss.
Look out on shining cities
from fourteen stories up,
see the lights twinkle
To sleep late in the mornings, watching the sun
filter in through the curtains
then get up
and explore every corner of this world
with you always there,
close to me.
Read my lips:
the quiet smile that hides
all my excitement.
I wish to taste fresh strawberries
at five A.M. in midsummer,
and the stinging cold ocean water
on my skin.
Chocolate, victory, and kisses...
To skip through the streets with your hand in mine,
play my guitar to the sound of the rain
falling on the roof.
To bathe in the river, some place where there's no one
Hear you laugh, every day,
forever and ever
We are AssassinsNo matter how much blood we spillWe are Assassins10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
No matter how many graves we fill
Forever we are meant to fight
We work in the dark, to serve the light
Dear GodDear God,Dear God2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I am terrified
this letter I write, in full knowledge
you're going to do the same thing
and make me figure this out on my own
"You're a big girl..."
but I need guidance
I'm afraid to choose
so I'm afraid to let myself
I'm scared of the ambition and burning desire
that's building inside me; something
I've never seen
But you see, I want to be,
up there in front of thousands
and I want to hear the audience singing along
many said, you've got the talent
you just have to want it badly enough
now I'm ready to scream it
(I do, really I do want)
But I'm afraid
scared of what people will say
"You're throwing your life away
working on your music....
you'd better practise saying
'Fries with that?'
You can live in your sister's basement"
what the hell did you set me up for?
Couldn't you make me such
that I want something else,
like a job that's respectable, with a regular pay cheque,
and maybe you could've given me
that blind respect for authority
that's valued so well i
TwiceLet's take a pictureTwice7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
I feel uncomfortable
Yet I can't say no to you
'Cause for some inexplicable reason
I told myself you cared all these years
You just wanted to see how much you could exploit from me…
Let's talk, it's important
I'm not a child
I won't fall for the same trick twice