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amarille-x · 1 year

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I loved her before I met her. Something inside of me knew her, knew the person she was, and suddenly I woke up and I knew that I needed to talk to her. I think we are familiar souls, I think she is water and I am fire. No matter how chaotic I burn, she’s always there to calm me down, to extinguish the chaos.

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aashisheyeish · 4 months

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a rap too.

May 14, 2019 / 10:47 am

sunchas taw.......yo

welcome to the world of fuckery........

shade-red abortion and poverty........

sickness everywhere bitch this is thuggery........

by the politics, we thought they gonna speak our mind.......

we gonna live life right bitch ......but people we are dyeing with empty intestines

hahaha I know that chit chat and clickbait how they..

#arapsong #slampoem

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poetrybys · 6 months

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Imperfect perfection…

She may not be perfect…

But I love her imperfections

She makes me feel safe

Like I am five years old again

hiding under my blanket

Knowing that it will protect me

From the monsters hiding around me

She is not perfect

But neither am I

We are two imperfects

making our hearts combine

-S

#poem #poet #spokenword #slampoetry #slampoem #spoken #poetrytok #protectwomen #women #peom #poetrycommunity #poetrysociety #poemoftheday #poetryisnotdead #writerscommunity #spilledwords #writingcommunity #creativewriting #writersconnections

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sierrzasonfire · 5 months

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In 2015 my ex boyfriend deleted my tumblr

Made me lose thousands of followers

Why did I give him my password

I have tried to go to the doctor but they can't do an operation to fix my strained and depressed body.

I have been staring at walls for eight years.

I have never had an idea of what he would do

The fucker is facing life in prison

They say he did the same thing to another guy in prison

url irl lol

That's not funny

Neither is my taste in men

I mean I love when guys are funny

But they are evil I need everyone to know that

#blog #writing #words #me #mine #poetry #poems #slampoems #exboyfriend #shitpost #slay #not #tn #girlthings #im just a girl

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slampoems101 · 1 year

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Different

I haven’t seen you in months.

I haven’t felt you in months.

I haven’t heard you in months.

It’s different

But I have physically seen you

But I have physically heard you.

But it’s different.

You are different.

That fire you had isn’t even a light anymore

That life you had is darkened and damp with stress and depression

That confidence you had, is gone and has been placed in him. It’s different

You don’t see it. You don’t see the abuse. The toxic. The narcissist ways. You choose not to see it because you are blinding by want and desire but what you want and desire, isn’t anywhere near what you have. It’s different.

I hope you notice before it too late; because of you keep refusing to notice or deal with the difference; your not going to have to worry about losing anyone, because we all will have already lost you in the worst way.

#poetry #slampoems #writing #donotcopy #poemsfordays

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ghostlypoesis · 4 months

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Happy New Year!

An early morning scribble to start off 2024 by me, ghostly.poesis

Feedback/criticism is appreciated!

#ghostly.poesis #ghostlypoesis #poem #poetry #poesis #slampoetry #slampoems #spilledink #written speech #original poetry #original poem #original writing

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justabunchofcrowsinatrenchcoat · 8 months

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I've been encouraging my sister-in-law to put herself out there more with her art and she finally posted a video of her poetry!

#poetry #tiktok #spoken word #spoken poetry #slam poetry

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return-my-name · 3 years

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grandma ‘s white hair

i never wanted my grandma’s hair to go white it was never supposed to be that way it’s been brown it’s been red it’s been black but it’s never been

white

she says it’s blonde but i don’t believe her my mom says she looks nice my cousin says it’s her best but my grandma was never supposed to have white hair

white is old white is grey white is dying white is a grave my grandma was never supposed to have white hair she says its blonde but i don’t believe her

#poem #poetry #nancyspoems #unspoken #spilled ink #spilled ink poetry #june 2021 #2021 #june #college #old #grandma #grey #dying #death #grave #slampoem #slam poetry

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chrisbernstorf · 3 years

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On IG! Friends!

SDG

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kh15963 · 4 years

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OH FUCK LMAO😭 I'm featuring TONIGHT with Canada-based poetry mic @urbanlegendspc ! Link in bio to RSVP & watch my slam poem 😁 hope to see you there 🏵🏮 °•○●○•° I've been witholding entire continents from escaping out my throat. Archipelagos of affection at the end of phone calls crumbling as they graze against my tongue in muted defeat. Recollection of fragmented grief. Heart strained, not broken Caught in your storm I became the eye And you saw me whole I witnessed your broken And the shattered glass Got caught in my throat. Crumbled into my heart And left dissolving kisses. We lie awakened in a field Of novel landscapes, liminal in their rooted mycelia, expanding into a portrait of our sacred. Our limbs intertwined as branches. Intersmiling warmth into our cores. Differently, this time. In an alternate timeline where the sun could meet the moon without either of them healing from their history of crater-wounds because there were no comets to scar us with widening arteries, blood searching for a heartbeat. Every expectation dying inside my heart. Rewinding their flesh, newborn, still. born. Memories flashing in my cinema-cranium: ["i need to keep you fed." ears carressed. body memory. soft faces hugging at their zeniths. breathing into each other. diaphragms oscillating into one another. vased crimson carnation bent at the neck. ghost of a black cat observing my bathroom mirror-stares. bawling at your hand on my blackhole gut. "my b..." is TV static becoming an ocean of cicadas.] returning to new hollowness, unfilling into a corpse forgiving its stagnance. I've so much left to grieve. Chrysanthemums and carnations can transmute from sympathy and affection into innocence and Virgin Mary's tears. The retrograde of love is grief. #bayareapoetrycommunity #bayareapoets #queerpoetsofcolor #queerpoetofcolor #poetsofinstagram #instapoet #instapoetry #loveislove #rebirth #heart #grief #death #alive #alchemy #slampoet #slampoem #slampoetry #slam #love #instaart #art #artistofcolor #latinx #latinxartists #latinoart #latinoartists #chicanopoet #chicano #surrealism (at Ottawa - Ontario, Canada) https://www.instagram.com/p/CFS_l4SF_17/?igshid=vkjdvkhir4kd

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peonykissses · 4 years

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And Is It by kdk

And is it okay to crawl into bed, where my tangled limbs, and scarred skin lay waiting? Where, with my eyes closed tight, I told myself I wanted you to care. Where cold, lonely bodies tied themselves in knots over and over again.

And is it fair to make believe and pretend and act the way I should? When really deep inside, I knew it was far from what I felt. Because the fire that bred beneath my skin wasn't lust but shame.

And is it normal for your melancholy hands to wrap around my neck, where my quick bursts of breath became strained and shallow? Before my face was ground against the plush of sheets, darker than the future in sight.

And is it a lie if I go along with it all? If I make it seem as though my vocality is a sign of pleasure rather than immense pain. Though the only speaking up I do is grunts and moans and gasps.

And is it love if the only thing you wanted was my body? For your own escape, your version of bliss and peace. A thing i’d lost along the way.

And is it sweet if you turned down the tv a little but still kept it playing? So my words could blend and fade, even though they never came.

And if I didn’t say no, is it still rape?

#poem #kdkpoetry #mine #slampoem #poetry #art #tw #sexualassaultsupport #sawarning #poet #writing #poems #personal

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sillydreamerbouquetsstuff · 2 years

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The one that loves more

Stumbling around with my heart on a plate

At least offering 130%

Love will never be given to me the way that I do

It’s fine I’ll wait.

For now 30% of you will do…

#poetry #poem #slampoem #wiersz #love quotes #life quotes #insta captions #quotes #words #love qoute #poems of the heart #love poem #you broke my heart #you broke your promise #you broke my trust

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aashisheyeish · 4 months

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FROM WITHIN..

ya we fighting for basic needs

forgetting whats right

going wrong direction

doing wrong deeds busy mind and busy life

suffocate us till our vein

spoor are poorer,

rich are richer as day goes by

we need meditation not medication

#life #realstory #slampoem

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poetrybys · 6 months

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I woke up the day after you were gone…

I woke up the day after you were gone

The world felt lighter

Not lighter in a good way;

Lighter of goodness

Lighter of kindness

Lighter of generosity

Lighter of a smile;

A smile that could light up a room as soon as it appeared on your face;

Your unforgettable face that made your smile even more special;

You were so special

You made any vacation memorable

Any goal worth continuing towards

Any tradition worth sharing

I woke up the day after you were gone and the world felt darker

Your laugh was missing

Your jokes were gone

Your good heart went with you to heaven

Your tips to get through life suddenly became limited and suddenly there was no more saying “I’ll go there tomorrow” I took the time I had you for granted

I woke up the day after you were gone and my heart was heavy

With the love I will always have for you

The memories I have with you like the sleep overs, all night card games and the stories you would tell me on the way to Florida

The faith you shared filled within me because I knew you are at peace

I woke up the day after you were gone

The world felt lighter

But my heart was heavy with love for you.

You may not be here anymore

But your legacy continues on forever through the hearts you’ve touched.

I woke up the day after you were gone and the world felt different. Our family felt a quiet emptiness. Longing for you to come back.

I woke up the day after you were gone and looked up at the sky. The world was different. You were gone and the sky was filled with beauty as heaven took you in with open arms.

-S

#poem #poet #spokenword #slampoetry #slampoem #spoken #poetrytok #protectwomen #women #peom #poetrycommunity #poetrysociety #poemoftheday #poetryisnotdead #writerscommunity #spilledwords #writingcommunity #creativewriting #writersconnections

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lovelyhamstring · 4 years

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poetry by: Pete Pettry

being

being born in the wrong time period is different from being born on the wrong plain of existence

an existence where nothing matters

an existence where nothing matters is an existence that truly doesn’t exist

so maybe that’s what i mean

a plain where there’s nothing is the only true peace a soul could have

is it the soul or the mind at bay when i lay awake at night wondering why im here

i don’t want to be no where

not exist in non existence

i just want to exist in a place that i have total self

no one here has total self

no one here is free

to find total self is to not care if that self exists or not

you listen to everyone to find your self

your self isn’t even comprehendible

your true self is dying to get out

quite literally to find that truth is to die in this self

we’re all scared

letting go of this self

letting go of being scared

you aren’t the cloth you wear

you aren’t the fake selves you surround yourself with

find it

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slampoems101 · 2 years

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Breathe In Nature Have you ever heard the trees speaking? How about feeling the energy that the falls give off as they crash? The feeling of the falling water is like a different type of calm. Hearing the crash, smelling the fresh air, longing and loving the feeling of being so in touch with everything. Being so at peace as your surrounded by so many colors and so many sounds. It’s so loud and yet so quiet at the same time. Then you realize that even though it’s loud, it’s quiets your mind and your soul. You find your inner peace and you continue forward, chasing that inner peace like squirrels up a tree. Breathe in deep, the air filling your lungs and your soul at the same time. Truthfully; it’s bliss. And the best kind. So breathe in deep, and find your bliss. In the trees, the falls, the grass, the trail, connect and relax. Your home again.

#poetry #slampoems #writing #donotcopy #poemsfordays

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