Let’s brainstorm some ideas for a slam poem or a piece of flash fiction.
Then, we’ll spend 20 minutes writing them.
After you’ve written them we’ll choose five that we really like and which ones we want to hear performed.
Go for it!
Let’s brainstorm some ideas for a slam poem or a piece of flash fiction.
Then, we’ll spend 20 minutes writing them.
After you’ve written them we’ll choose five that we really like and which ones we want to hear performed.
Go for it!
wrightlevelup2015 
“OUR SWEET, SWEET CORN”
Long, straight, lines of freshly planted seeds.
One can only guess what they’ll grow to be.
Weeks pass and growth spurts have taken effect.
The farmer perfects daily patrols as to never neglect.
Waiting oh waiting for that intolerably stressed out “meet the quota – meet the quota” from the cities demands harvest.
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A random thought came to my mind one day.
I pictured all my friends crying and I didn’t know what to say.
What did they see? What did I do?
To be honest, I had no clue.
I would never want to do anything that makes someone cry
I wouldn’t forgive myself for it no matter how hard I try.
So this is an apology to those people I’ve hurt.
I’m sorry but it’s all that I got.
I just wanted to let you know, I will never stop loving you.
You make me smile a lot even if you don’t know it.
I sometimes catch myself thinking about you at random times throughout the day.
When I think about you I smile and I feel at ease knowing I have something to be happy about.
I want to appreciate all the positive things you bring to my life.
Thanks for helping me when I get sad
Thanks for being there when things go bad
Even though sometimes I get mad,
you know how to handle it and it makes me so glad
To have met someone like you, is like a dream come true.
I’d love to give you the whole world.
To give you the moon, the sun, the sky, and the sea. I’d give you all that I could just to see you smile because I love you and I hope you love me too.
So much depends
On that teddy bear
That sits on the corner of the bed
Waiting to be hugged and played with
By a boy who wishes to be happy.
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If life was a game it would be like Sorry! Just when you start doing fine someone comes and ruins it and says sorry like nothing happened
Laughter may be the best medicine but you can’t get it over the counter and no one is filling out a prescription for me
The prettiest smiles hide the deepest scars, The prettiest eyes cry the most painful tears, and the kindest hearts have felt the most pain.
It’s scary what a smile can hide. It doesn’t show the pain and sorrow it has once witnessed. The strong always smile but they need help too.
Even though the seasons change this feeling will remain the same. Nobody needs me. I’m so useless it makes my heart hurt.
Because even the smallest of words can be the ones to save you or hurt you. I’ve only used excuses to pretend I’m not hurting.
Life long friends won’t always be your friend but you’ll definitely remember them for the rest of your life
Poems aren’t my thing
I can’t get anything right
Trying hurts my brain
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A force that makes the ground tremble, and keeps me awake from my slumber of no sleep,
the plague of badly built import machines that runs on turbo and sports blitz boost gauge,
LED mufflers and excessive neon were always and will be wack.
take that stuff back to Autozone and get your money back.
now sit back and relax,
don’t compare stars with diamonds
diamonds are for ever and stars explode.
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Money it comes
Money it goes
It doesn’t say hi
It doesn’t say bye
It’s not easy to get and it’s hard to keep it when you have it
It’s worth so much
and yet its just paper
something we have all around us
Money Money Money
If only
If only it were as easy to get it as it is to say it
Money …. man do I worry about money
If I don’t have enough to make my payment
If I want to do and do something fun I need it
If I don’t have it
If I do have it
Why do we focus so much on money
who created it
who made it
why is it so important
Money what we all want
what we all think about at some point in our lives
what makes us powerful
Money Money Money
All the time its what we listen to ads about money
Songs about money
Things being bought and sold for money
It goes
It comes
It doesn’t say hi
It doesn’t say bye
It’s just there killing you giving you life
And no matter how much you try and escape it
It will find you
Money Money Money
Even thought of it is always present whether we want it to be or not its there
And we cant rid of it
Money
why Money its just paper
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I totally agree with your poem and enjoyed the concept that you placed in money.
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You have rhythm dude.
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beast mode. very awesome.
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I’ll grant you your every wish, I’ll make you rich, famous, etc. I’ll give you everything you could ever want… The only thing I ask for in return is for you to promise something to me.. nothing big, nothing small, nothing expensive, nothing you’ll need when you’re gone.
“Just sign here”_____________________<—(blood drops on that line)
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Ball is life. For certain people this statement means a lot. For others its just a simple sentence. For those of us who know what it means, its about how basketball means so much to us. Basketball is an emotional outlet that allows you to escape some of the problems of your live for a short period of time. Although at the same time it is the most blissful of short times because of the passion that you have when you give all that you have on the court. Sports like these are needed because at the end of the day to distract us from the problems in our lives. And that’s ok because everyone every now and again needs to escape from life in order to have a little fun.
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The rain hits upon my black soles,
The lanterns float in the air,
as the droplets,
slides on these floating nightly beacons,
I pull up my collar,
of how I feel and seem,
oh so cool,
As the air
The breeze ruffles, my coat tails,
Click,
Splash,
Clack,
Splash,
My heart races as I near the corner…
Is she there?…
That woman….
The painted lady,
Yes she is.
The face of a portrait,
Lips dipped in red rose petals,
eyes as dazzling as diamonds,
A smile as genuine as jewels,
Her eyes ask me questions,
Her mouth forms soft sweet words,
She moves closer with her black umbrella,
The scent of a flower,
so foreign to the imaginary,
wafts up to my erratic brain,
I stare at the beautiful
waves in her hair,
So classical,
The pearls of her teeth are symmetric in that smile,
As she comes even closer,
And stains my hungry lips,
with her cherry tulips,
My mind becomes unstable,
My racing heart flies,
Out into the night air,
When we pull away,
I place my trembling hand on her warm cheek,
She closes her diamonds,
And kisses my palm,
I take her umbrella,
As we begin to go,
to somewhere only we know,
We link our arms together,
As her heals click into the moist earth,
And my black leather soles kick up the rain.
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Deeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep!
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True Love
I never knew about happiness; I didn’t think dreams came true; I couldn’t really believe in love,
Until I finally met you.
Each thought of you fills me with sweet emotion; I give to you my deepest devotion. My fondest wishes you completely fulfill; I love you totally, and I always will.
When all goes wrong, and my life runs amok, I think of you, and I get unstuck;
In the midst of chaos, you make my heart sing; You’re my peace, my happiness, my everything.
If tomorrow my life were finished, With many fun things left to do, It wouldn’t matter at all, Because, my love, I had you.
I say a prayer of thanks each day. To the good Lord up above:
Thanks for the gift of you in my life. Life would not be the same if you weren’t mine, I wouldn’t be fine. I am thankful for your love your a gift from up above and my first and last l0ve.
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why does every time I write it never makes sense.
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^ LOL
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Hero are no zero that way they are hero.
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Rain
—–
I hear it rains more often on the weekends
So don’t worry about canceling our plans.
It rains all the time in the summer
We can go some other day.
It’s supposed to rain all day
We can just stay home again.
Don’t bother to bring an umbrella
It didn’t mean that much to me.
I shouldn’t expect you to keep promises
if the weather can’t either.
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Life, it is something that is vague. Anything with a heartbeat or in a living stasis. Everything we do paints our own picture in this world and what the bring to the world. The earth is spherical white piece of art, it paints it own picture and what we do are the details of the vast portrait. Everything has its meaning or purpose to it. The world doesn’t need us for it to survive but we need it to survive. In the end, when it is all said and done; when the world can no longer inflict anymore details it will erase itself and paint its new picture.
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World of Color
For a long time now this world has been gray
But I found this place
A portal
An escape
This place was home to many and full of color
Colors that I’ve never seen
I was taken into this world with loving open arms
Day by day it showed me more colors
My world lit up around me
Full of colors
That World
That Portal
That Escape
Has shown me so much
So now my world isn’t so gray
It’s full of color
And now I can see
So thank you other world for lighting up mine
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Dogs bark, children cry, and people die.
The world keeps turning.
Somewhere a man beats his child.
People hear, but no one helps.
The world keeps turning.
Another kid overdosed.
They couldn’t stand their life.
The world keeps turning.
The murderer is set free.
Not enough evidence.
He’ll kill again.
The world keeps turning.
Even when you’re gone.
People forget.
People lie.
People die.
The world keeps turning.
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when everyone looking for love , it simply disappear .
when you thought you find it , but its not what you expect
you Stop looking … then he star looking for you
it can find you ready for it , or it couldn’t.
Just stop thinking about it and don’t worry you gonna find that real Love you Dream of … good luck
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I’m a angel with wings
I think i heard the doorbell rings
Why is there people with bling
If there’s so much gore
Why is it in my central core
I’m soaring in the air
As if they called me Ric Flair
Some people called me the exterminator
But I called myself the terminator
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Is this a Haiku?
Photosynthesis
Multigenerational
Refrigerator
Haiku Helper
Oh hi there haiku!
Fancy meeting you out here.
Come help me write poems
What a Haiku
Here’s five syllables
Seven more of those guys there
Five more to end it
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As I walk in the plains of Africa I think to myself
WOW! I am 5 times bigger than a 56″ bookshelf
My mph is 32
Its a guarantee I will beat you, even with the fast shoe
I just chill and eat leaves all day
I love being a Giraffe, what can I say
Being me means I’m covered with brown spots
At the zoo these kids try to feed me tater tots
I have these little horns on my head
My head rest on my hindquarters when I go to bed
Man I live being Giraffe!
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Rain
It’s wet!
It’s colorless, tasteless, odorless, and the most gaseous element occurring in the free state of mans mind. AIR! It clean the human body
It knows no anger, nor to hurt anybody
It doesn’t know discrimination
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What about flash floods?
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If you would have met me before pain moved into my heart you would of met the most brightest star in the universe
You would of thought that I were the most beautiful flower in the garden
Full of beauty
Not the type you could see with your eyes and touch with your hands but the one you could feel, the one your soul would enjoy being with
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life is a struggle , every day I always think of trying but I can’t so I won’t leave my mom. Cause its just me and her and now that my dad is dead , I hate my life and the people around it cause , I always feel that they are going to hurt me or make fun of me. Most of my life I got bully cause of being me or being a new student at the school, I have been to so many schools cause I got bully so much that I went home crying everyday.
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Illuminati….
Illuminati, the people that capture the body.. The soul, and mind becomes the main possession.
Brainwashing..
Brainwashing the ones worthy of an empty body, controlled by the corruption in a way to fulfill the agenda… They are watching.. Watching what the chosen ones do to make up what we call media and music..
False society,
a false society that’s given and told to us.. yet we are still empty, full of materialistic things and still empty looking for the truth and needing more of what we don’t need to live..
Control… they find ways to control the population, yet despite the allegations. We are still poisoned by genetically made food, genetically made clouds.. to hide us from the truth.. What? why? is what we ask to figure out what is really behind the curtains that hang from the illuminati’s windows..
Sacrifice…
Sacrifice, whom we love and what we have to gain fame, the money, the power to rule, or to just go onto a better “life”… They are puppets.. puppets with all strings attached, and controlled to tell us we are okay and there’s nothing fear and see here..
Lies..
Lies to us and tells of a greater life if you just continue to consume the matter of brainwashing…
Nobody is safe, we’ve been lied to more than our parents have lied to us about Santa, the Easter bunny, and the tooth fairy.. when the illuminati tells you to follow and comes with a car…
don’t take the Maserati….
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Clean the kitchen. before she left she told me to wash the dishes, make the bed, clean the linens.
And I did, but apparently the way I do things is a little different.
Because when she got back I was greeted with, “Have you SEEN the kitchen?!”
So I sat there wishing, not worth the argument just agree and pay attention.
But when her words contradict we just cant avoid a conflict.
Expecting me to answer rhetorical questions.
“How hard is it to wash the dishes?”
About the same as it is to hid my aggression!
So I check out, recede into myself and accept my lesson.
But if the shoe was on the other foot i wouldn’t be stressed about, “kinda clean linens.”
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rain can come from different directions , and from different places ,the purpose of the rain is give life that are in our behavior.
strong rain from north to south.
fields full of light
in the dark night.
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