Spoken Word Poems | Examples of Spoken Word Poetry

Don’t talk to me about self-control If you’ve never cried in your bed After trying to quit for the 50th time. Don’t tell me “it’s just a phase” If you’ve never looked at yourself in the mirror And hated what you became. And don’t you dare say, “Everybody watches ****.” Because that’s the problem. This generation is overdosing on pleasure And starving for purpose. Sex...

Continue reading...

It’s a warning. If I perish, I perish But I will not shut up. Lust is not love. **** is not harmless. Masturbation is not a phase. I lived it Not ‘cause I was raised wrong, But because sin crept in through a simple ad at twelve. Yeah, twelve. One click, and my innocence died behind a glowing screen. Don’t tell me this is normal. Normal ain’t...

Continue reading...

"It's all going to be okay" he would say, with no scent of doubt in his breath, even as its aroma reeked from mine, as I'd blurt out "how can you be so sure?" I never figured out what made my dad so positive in life, though I'm positively sure his life wasn't free from trial and the upsetting...

Continue reading...

Yo. From a whisper, barely a breath, to a front-page roar/ EAST COAST JAZZ in the fifties, sixties/ Not just blowing trumpets, but blowing up the jazz scene jazz/ LPs stacked high vinyl spinnin’, cracklin' truth in every hip-to-be way. Jazz LPs, popin'’ the Truth, etched in black and white/ modern Jazz on...

Continue reading...

The Eternal Question: God, No God, Maybe God By Tarian Marks I had a thought about if God didn't exist What if man alone was responsible for these temptations that we couldn't resist? What if our own ideas alone conceived buildings, technology, and rivers? What if we were responsible for creating the sweat from warmth and the cold that makes...

Continue reading...

Can you ever be pleased, mankind? Everything we try, yet we're met with night. We're nerds, unaware of the truth's light, When all that pleases you lies in deceitful sight. "Do not be conformed to the pattern of this world" Yet we strive to fit, in a world that's flawed from birth. Truth's told when falsehoods behold your desire's flame, Emulate to...

Continue reading...

I don't want to recite this poem in front of you... Probably not for the reasons you're thinking, But what do I know of what you're thinking For that matter What do you know of me? Sometimes I think I'm pretty witty with words, But what if you don't think so? I get so tired of trying to make people like me. It's...

Continue reading...

(Snaps fingers rhythmically, leans into the mic) Ninety. X. Underground/ The hiss of the tape, a constant companion/ Atmospheric pressure, a concrete room, sweat slicked on foreheads, illuminated by a single bulb. These 90's beats… a pulse/ A heartbeat of asphalt jungles. Slick rhymes slithered, a venomous elegance, feeding the bumpin' heads, the Hip Hop...

Continue reading...

I’ve been runnin' Out of breath, cold sweat, lungs burnin' But these legs, they move but they aint goin’ - no place, no distance can be found between the chased and the chaser cuz they’re one and the same The hunter the hunted, the stalker the stalked, the predator the prey, they’re all the same Maybe someday, I'll be free, but it’s hard to run from...

Continue reading...

Absolutely annihilated another one as adverbs and adjectives aimed accurately at both barking brown bulldogs, causing complete chaos. N city coppers come quicker considering crime's definitely doubled downtown due to deputies duccn duties, eventually exposed everybody's esoteric exercise executed extra fuccn fancy-like. Forgoing fortune for folly, n fame's fractured foundation gives a girl grace in glowing g-strings...

Continue reading...

Socrates to Plato Emerson to Thoreau When the student is ready the teacher will appear Invaluable lessons will be on display for him to feel, see, and hear Ali to Larry Jordan to Kobe If the student is willing, he will do the valiant work He would rather not be the teacher; instead, he aims to show his worth Picasso to Warhol Brown to...

Continue reading...

FORGOTTEN THOUGHT Talking & Thinking, there’s lots of empty space between my words. I pause, think & ponder then my words seem useless. Just a passing thought. Then it’s gone – never to be found again, felt again, remembered! Was it joyful? Was it sad? Did it have meaning? Maybe it was important at that moment....

Continue reading...

Off the wake-up, open my eyes and start seeking some clarity. A never-ending search for ‘someone like me’ I guess I’m rich in rarity No doubt, I have everything a girl could ever want Starting to feel like I’m just my mom in a different font What could I possibly be longing for? My life’s one big blissful whirlwind-wind of whirl-...

Continue reading...

my life is like a string being stitched together and coming undone being stitched together and coming undone my heart is like a rainstorm the pitter-patter of my soul filled of love soliloquies unsung filled of promises broken and repeated and rerun and broken again and again my life is like a string being stitched together and coming undone being stitched...

Continue reading...

my grandmother’s name is Verna some look at her and see section 8, welfare checks, abuse and neglect they see insufficiency, ignorant independency, a trench-condemned wreck no collegiate education, no high-school diploma, they see a lack of dedication they look in my grandmother’s eyes and with the snap of their fingers subject her to poverty, they banish...

Continue reading...