Category Archives: Slam Poetry

Taken from a Slam Poem

Every month we hold a poetry slam, and there are always bits of brilliance, like this one.


“He’s escaping her volcanic perfection because

they learned to run before they could walk

and they learned to scream before they could talk

learned love is revelation

and trust is shock

but they still didn’t know whether to knock

or just walk



One of the best socially conscious pieces of poetry I’ve seen recently.

A Slam for the Slammed

It’s the simple explanation

for this sluggish dying nation

the conundrum

of the humdrum

normal is as normal does

It’s the whining crying wanting

and the screaming dying haunting

of the storm clouds stewing silently

a poets muse of rain

You remember that old story

hidden gate — memento mori

theres a graveyard

and a boy

heather field, a color’s ploy

I’m a scribble

I’m a stumble

I’m the auditory mumble

of a broken bridge

and rushing water

Stars and moon

and son and daughter

Peace can’t come from violence

not a whimper, not a bang

I’ll show you a world of wonders

if you’ll save my drowning land

by Ophelia


Wind   by jellybean98

cuz we all wish we were back in the breeze

feather filled


we are the mesh screen

weaved wires


damn we all wish we knew

that chickadee’s

melody dancin’ on the

hot air blowing through my

lungs sweeping girls off

their curls.

and man, no one knows why.

and no one need know

the mystery of

withered  whispers

weathered willows

wishful wings,

yeah sure,


it’s the atmospheric

pressurized barometric

thingamajig that causes something or other

to sneeze.

but sir,

please stop with all

the blibber blabble

scientific nonsense.

what i was saying


what exactly are

these swirls

swivels, blued up

blew down


(particles of air?)

moving across my lawn,

playing ping pong with the leaves,

brushing dust across the corn stalks.

or in more poetic terms:

where mother earth, father sea,

did you birth the wind?