Poetry slam?

Question

Go for it
Best one gets 10 points.
don't hold back, let it flow.

Answer 1

I am stranger in a sonic field
dreaming of the hours I've killed
standing out upon the grass
stick your ten points up your @ss!

Answer 2

Poet - tree

i fear that i shall never make
a poem slippier than a snake
or oozing with as fine a juice
as runs in girls or even spruce
no i wont make not now nor later
pnomes as luverlee as pertaters
trees is made by fauns or satyrs
but only taters make pertaters
& trees is grown by sun from sod
& so are the sods that need a god
but poettrees lack any clue
they just need me & maybe you

Earle Birney 1904 - 1995 (Canada)

Answer 3

Monsoon
Each afternoon as the temperature
climbs into the hundreds,
I bloom, rich and fragrant, deep colors,
vibrant against the parched earth.
My life undulates like meringue on a pie I once baked for a man
who had no sweet tooth.

Dusty memories stir as I stand alone
against the darkening sky,
anticipating the rain.

Answer 4

*Winter Comes and Goes*

Despair comes like a plague
Depression is on it's way
Mist and snow, it's very vague
To see what lies for that day

Trip and stumble through the fears
What lies ahead is yet to be seen
Fright and terror comes out in tears
It's a horrible, dreadful scene

Blizzards and strong winds
Darkness and frosty cold
Reminds us about our sins
Let go of it and take hold

A shaft of light pierces through
A shining star appears in northern lights
I staggered over, because it drew
It drew me through these bitter nights

Light came through and grass grew
Spring appeared with joy and victory
The skies turned crystal clear blue
I never thought this could be

I had not done it all alone
There was hope and strength given
Did not have to sigh or grown
For God had me forgiven

I stood with the strength He gave
I was through this bitter winter
Because Jesus rose up from the grave
Now hope has come and will enter

Answer 5

You'll stand there as he brings you down;
The words fall upon you like an acid rain.
A broken queen- dethroned, decrowned-
Your pride shot, shattered, crushed and slain.

And I wonder when you'll drop the act
Of self-sacrifice, and a twisted notion
That he's worth the blood, tears, and worth
Your beaten, bruised, blind devotion.

Answer 6

I stand tall every morning was my face kiss my husband.
I stand tall when I don't actually fit perfect in the train seat,
I stand tall when I check my account and the balance its quit right.
I stand tall when I said something I shouldn't
I have to stand tall everyday being a women of color, and everyone doesn't believe you are smart and beautiful.
Stand Tall

Answer 7

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Answer 8

Bite me

I am
that little slice of chocolate
that you keep in your fridge.
You know it’s there.
You know you want it.
All it would take
is for your absent hand
to slip me out of my foil
--and Bite.

Answer 9

twas brilig and the slivery tove did jire and jimble in the wabe...all mimsy were the borogoves and the mome raths outgrabe...beware the jaberwock my son.....shall i go on?

Answer 10

jamaican yoga(haiku)

Skin on fire with sweat
Warrior one in the sand
Gazing out to sea