Annual Emerging Poets Slam 2019 — CLOSED

The breath in your lungs So full and mysterious Will one day be gone

It was measured by a ruler And reached knee-high. Quite a riot it would stir As it climbed high to the sky. The mighty oak of any place Shall put it's people in a blissful state As they watch it…

i’m too old to deal with childish people who hurt people out of ignorance. but i’m too young to drink until the pain is numbed. i seem to have encountered a dilemma.

My worth is not in the shape of my lips the curve of my hips the curl of my toes the shape of my nose the size of my ass the symmetry of my breasts it's not even in the length of my nails or my sense…

The high torrent of a single wave Is not always here to stay, For the damp sandy shoreline Provides an impassable divide Between the ultimately free And what we deem civilized. But as a fish roams In…

Your skin, Paler than a jug of farm fresh milk. Your lips, Dryer than a drought in Death Valley. Your nose, More crooked than Hillary Rodham Clinton. Your hair, Rougher than ‘98 Compton California.…

I know no more impressive masterpiece Than the one all can behold. Countless leagues away, But its art all can know. With the finest painter's brush, And the softest puff of a pipe, The art in the…

In a tight connection bound That Mother Nature herself had wound, A leaf and branch exist in unison Until frigid winter steps in. Autumn takes a seasonal break thrice, Then succeeds summer's warm…

I itched at my head Until my scalp bled Trying to reach into my skull And once I did I found a wooden door I knocked three times And to my surprise A little voice inside said: “Come in.”

This thing, it bothers me shakes my entire being it is neverending poison I have absolutely no idea how to deal with it it breathes inside of me tears away all rational thought It makes living hard…

when the air comes in and out of my lungs. this is how i know i am alive, how i know that i am still human, and how i know my mistakes are just that. when my head goes on rampage and i cant think. i…

are you okay? - am i supposed to be? well, that’s subjective.

Sexuality does not lie in sensuality It lies in intelligence, competence, being deliberate As childhood fluidity gives way to womanly solidarity As hips expand with the mind The questions remain: How…

Thinking #alchemistpoetry Off the wall, My brain aons Escape the vortex Of the skull, the beauty of the the ocean, and the Pigment of the sky Is a refuge for my escapist soul I jump from the frying…