A type of poetry expressing a persons personal story and/or struggle usually in an intensely emotional style. Very powerful, sincere, and moving.
Katie Mkkai's poem "Pretty"
"Russell Simmons Presents Brave New Voices" has many fantastic examples of Slam Poetry
"Russell Simmons Presents Brave New Voices" has many fantastic examples of Slam Poetry
by DarkVictorian June 18, 2010
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Frozen fruit bars (water or milk base) on a stick. Usually sold by street vendors ala ice cream man.
Frozen fruit bars (water or milk base) on a stick. Usually sold by street vendors ala ice cream man.
mami, gimme money to buy paletas!
"paletas!! paletas de agua y leche!! paletas!!" yells the ice cream man.
"paletas!! paletas de agua y leche!! paletas!!" yells the ice cream man.
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by Chandler Sorrells April 9, 2006
Get the Edgar Allan PoETRY mug.A person retaining and subsequently providing excessive information that is generally regarded as useless or not to the point.
by zephyr7 August 11, 2010
Get the plethorasaurus mug.Short, poetic like inscriptions scribbled with sharpie marker on bathrooms stalls/walls, that are appropriately of toilet humor nature. Bathroom poetry can be found in the restroom facilities of gas stations, campgrounds, bus depots, schools and airports, with the most original works done by the cleverest of bathroom patrons. Great for something to read while pinching one off.
Bathroom Poetry:
"Here i sit, so broken hearted, paid a dime, but only farted."
"Some come here to read the walls, I come here to jiggle
my balls."
"Here i sit, so broken hearted, paid a dime, but only farted."
"Some come here to read the walls, I come here to jiggle
my balls."
by Joshie G. April 23, 2010
Get the Bathroom Poetry mug.A poem, normally a spoof of a well known rhyme, with an abrupt, surprising, and often explicit ending.
Roses are red, violets are blue, fuck you whore.
Roses are red, violets are blue
I like spaghetti, lets go fuck.
Hickory dickory dock,
suck my fucking cock.
All examples of abrupt poetry.
Roses are red, violets are blue
I like spaghetti, lets go fuck.
Hickory dickory dock,
suck my fucking cock.
All examples of abrupt poetry.
by RosesAreFuckYou August 23, 2011
Get the Abrupt Poetry mug.A form of art that uses language. Poets use the beauty of a language and its words to create a feeling or convey a message to the reader, whether the wording is soft, sweet, sunny, and a lovely walk through a meadow... or clotted, ugly, grungy, and conjures up images of a slum. Just like artists use images and colors to create a mood or message, poets use words to do the same thing.
Poetry has been around for over 5,00 years and it's still young, vibrant, and growing. Poetry might even go further into the past, since most people memorized poetry and passed it on orally; 5,000-year-old poems from Mesopotamia could have already been old when they were written.
The practice of memorizing poetery and passing it on by word of mouth is pretty much gone.
Humans change, but maybe their nature doesn't change very much; practically everything that could be said through poetry has already been said, often many times, albeit in different ways. Poets must be original and avoid any cliché if they want to look competent.
Poetry has been around for over 5,00 years and it's still young, vibrant, and growing. Poetry might even go further into the past, since most people memorized poetry and passed it on orally; 5,000-year-old poems from Mesopotamia could have already been old when they were written.
The practice of memorizing poetery and passing it on by word of mouth is pretty much gone.
Humans change, but maybe their nature doesn't change very much; practically everything that could be said through poetry has already been said, often many times, albeit in different ways. Poets must be original and avoid any cliché if they want to look competent.
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Chan eil fìor. Abair thugam (It’s not true. Say to me)
Nach eil fìor. Mas e ur toil e... (That it’s not true. If you please...)
O h-iochdaist! ‘N dualchas sin ann- (O goodness! That culture there-)
Mar a bhuin dhuinn o cheann fhada... (What belonged to us long ago...)
Sean dòighean mar a bh’againn... (Ancient ways that we had...)
Rudan gun robh, ‘s nach eil a-nis... (Things that were, and that are no more...)
Ar daoine, ar dualchas glan... (Our people, our pristine culture...)
Am faic sinn iad a-chaoidh a-rithist...? (Will we ever see them again...?)
Seallaibh! Na òg daoine seo... (Behold! These young ones...)
Nach faic sinn tannasgan idir... (That will not see us ghosts at all...)
Fhathast th’ann beagan gun tog (Yet there are some that will)
Ar dòighean suas. Th’iad òg, làidir... (Pick our old ways up. They are young, strong...)
Linnean o cheann, bha sinn ‘nar (Ages ago, we were a)
Clì gun do riaghal thar an tìr (Force that reigned over the land)
Far an dh’fhan sinne... ‘s an nuair (Where we lived... and then)
Sin nuair thàinig iad: an-iochd fìor... (They came: true cruelty...)
Ciamer a ‘s thèid do àite (How can a place)
Bi mar seo: cho mòr ‘s cho dòmhail...? (Be like this: so spacious and so crowded...?)
Tha ‘n guthan seo nas ciùine... (These voices are quieter...)
Dh’fhàs iad nas ciùine anns an dail (They became calmer in)
Seo. O cheann thàinig iadsan... (This meadow. Since they arrived...)
Chan urrainn dhomhsa chuimhneachadh (I cannot remember)
Na rudan gun rinn sinn an (The things that we did)
Uair sin. Ar n-aodach, ar taighean... (Then. Our clothing, our houses...)
Chan eil fìor. Abair thugam (It’s not true. Say to me)
Nach eil fìor. Mas e ur toil e... (That it’s not true. If you please...)
O h-iochdaist! ‘N dualchas sin ann- (O goodness! That culture there-)
Mar a bhuin dhuinn o cheann fhada... (What belonged to us long ago...)
Sean dòighean mar a bh’againn... (Ancient ways that we had...)
Rudan gun robh, ‘s nach eil a-nis... (Things that were, and that are no more...)
Ar daoine, ar dualchas glan... (Our people, our pristine culture...)
Am faic sinn iad a-chaoidh a-rithist...? (Will we ever see them again...?)
Seallaibh! Na òg daoine seo... (Behold! These young ones...)
Nach faic sinn tannasgan idir... (That will not see us ghosts at all...)
Fhathast th’ann beagan gun tog (Yet there are some that will)
Ar dòighean suas. Th’iad òg, làidir... (Pick our old ways up. They are young, strong...)
Linnean o cheann, bha sinn ‘nar (Ages ago, we were a)
Clì gun do riaghal thar an tìr (Force that reigned over the land)
Far an dh’fhan sinne... ‘s an nuair (Where we lived... and then)
Sin nuair thàinig iad: an-iochd fìor... (They came: true cruelty...)
Ciamer a ‘s thèid do àite (How can a place)
Bi mar seo: cho mòr ‘s cho dòmhail...? (Be like this: so spacious and so crowded...?)
Tha ‘n guthan seo nas ciùine... (These voices are quieter...)
Dh’fhàs iad nas ciùine anns an dail (They became calmer in)
Seo. O cheann thàinig iadsan... (This meadow. Since they arrived...)
Chan urrainn dhomhsa chuimhneachadh (I cannot remember)
Na rudan gun rinn sinn an (The things that we did)
Uair sin. Ar n-aodach, ar taighean... (Then. Our clothing, our houses...)
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