'I am... Scholarship Slam' Slam Poetry
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Greenhouse gases
Impact the masses
Heat trapped
Wild families struggling to adapt
Polluted air
Classic myth to modern nightmare
Ecosystems dying
It seems as though, we've stopped trying
She used to be happy
A life full of colors
But, then it was all taken
With only one phone call
Two family members had passed away
She felt lost, empty, and confused
I didn't have the easiest life,
but I didn't have the hardest.
There were many things to happen,
the worst to come was mental illnesses.
I have anxiety, depression, and MPD,
and so do a lot of you.
4 Hours And 37 Minutes Away
Id Walk A Thousand Miles
Just For My Queen
Long Distance
Missing Faces
Two Different Places
Minds Connected
Lovers Forever
My Sunshine
Id Walk 4 Hours And
What I Need
What I will need will not include
Fire, water, earth
What I will need will not include
Water, food, shelter
What I will need will not include
People, objects --
Promises --
Walls of white.
The black of night.
All of which confine
this voice inside
I try to hide.
I dare not cross the line.
This voice,
it grows,
my eyes,
they show
Have you ever been lied to? Judged or picked on?
Do you truly know the difference between right and wrong?
If you suddenly have an answer to that question,
The athlete no one knows
The athlete who shows no woes
I'm am the athlete calm and cool
On the mat I will school
I am the athlete smart and loud
I am the athlete, and I am proud
When things are all impaired
your brain cannot compare
the things in life have all canged
in this one moemnet I lay
the "buzzng" bees inside my brain
block all the senses I claim
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Young, curious, absent-minded
placed in a world of confusion
forced to obtain knowledge and seek information
Nomadic, in search for friends and acquaintances
I ama former wife
I ama want-to-be mother
I aman abuse survivor
I amaballofanxiety
I amdepressedhappystressed
Fumbling Through Who I Am
Sometimes I wonder "Who am I"
Am I just a person hiding behind a mask
Pretending to be someone I am not
Am I playing a dire game by doing so
Through the course of reality,
We develop individuality.
Shaped by circumstance old and new,
We are asked, “Who are you?”
Who are you and who am I?
Changing in the blink of an eye,
I am me
If someone asks
Just flip in the dictionary
I don't wear masks
Look under wild
Look under crazy
That's where I'm filed
That's where you will find me
If you ask who am I
When I was a little girl, my mother taught me to fear the water, for she did not want me to drown.
She did not mention we can drown in more than just water.
I am in middle school, drowning in insecurities.
Weird
He said I was a liar, I said "you just don't know the truth."
She said I'm not pretty, I said "well I'm sure not ugly."
They said I wasn't good enough, I said "you’re right, I am more than good enough."
I can be carefree,
I will be passionate,
Sometimes I am tempermental,
I am at times gloomy,
yet, I will be bubbly and affectionate,
Always I will be devoted,
I am perfectly imprefect
I can be carefree,
I will be passionate,
Sometimes I am tempermental,
I am at times gloomy,
yet, I will bubbly and affectionate,
Always I will be devoted,
I am perfectly imprefect
I am me!
Slam! On the door,
Whimsical life of a caged bird
Military, extended family
A question of read-wit-write
Player of games, the lines of solitude
1 2 3 4 5
I was somebody who didn't take anything seriously
I was somebody who didn't care about school
and wasted away my time doing unimportant things
I was somebody who didn't care about others
I used to be fragile.
As light as a feather.
As delicate as a dandelion.
I used to be lost.
So unsure of everything.
Never knowing which road was better to take.
I used to be afraid.
I feel like I've been underwater
and I'm just now coming up for air
everything seemed so shaky
and now it's crystal clear
maybe you pulled me out
or maybe I'd been drifting out
I hold a drawing up to you,
it was really quite sloppy, but the grin on my face was rather silly.
Day by day, night by night
Still trying to figure out what's right
At the end of the day, it's my decision
But I value other peoples opinion thats being given
Being shy has never been easy
50k for college
It is just expensive knowledge
I am screaming to the college debts
Like stop it
But does no good if I do not have deep pockets
Everyone doing this poem need the money
...I awaken with death sloshing in my mind...
I am washed up again on a liminal shore
Where gloaming and dawn converge
To wage their perennial war