Slam Poem Generator Novels & Stories

He sat feeling uncomfortable, he wondered what Sarah was up to. "Ryan, Incase I die, do not weep by my grave." "How...like what do you mean?" He looked at her perplexed. "Do not stand at my grave and weep I am not there; I do not sleep. I am a thousand winds that blow, I am the diamond glints on snow, I am the sun on ripened grain, I am the gentle autumn rain. When you awaken in the morning’s hush I am the swift uplifting rush Of quiet birds in circled flight.

A voice whispered softly, too softly into his ears and although he didn't hear anything, he could make out what it was: WHEN THE FIRMAMENT BECOMES FILTHY WITH BARBARIC BATS, AND THE GROUND BEGINS TO REVOLT BY SPUTTERING OUT APPETIZING RED LIQUIDS AND ENTICINGLY GALLING SKELETONS, SCAMPER OFF TO YOUR SECURE NESTS, DEAR HUMANS, AND INHALE EVERY FEELING OF PROTECTION. FOR WITHIN THE SPACE OF TWO HEARTBEATS, THE "SANCTUARY" FEELING WILL BE LOST

it becomes a code that can be broken down for clarification. "Alright," said Phoebe with a nod. "So, how does a chiasmus work?" "Certain lines in the poem are parallel ideas," I said. "And this prophecy uses reverse parallelism." Zander gave me a sexy smile that sent my heart racing. "Exactly," he said. "The first half of the poem mirrors the second half, with different words. For example, the first and last lines are the most obvious because they use the same words: From one birth."

“Let’s see it.” I turned the paper over, and revealed the poem scrawled in pencil on the back. Down the streets of woodland black I wander, earth to hearse In every tree I see a wave A looming tidal curse On the cusp of something greater Stood ankle-deep in floodwater Stagnant pools of brown and red The onslaught is coming; I dread For each dark night and each pearl day The mist does clear too soon The floodplain is drown’d again The water, torn from its ocean womb

I won’t falter I won’t halt What light you see outside me Is actually situated Deep within me My smiling face Let me be for praise Life Sun rays We pray We will stay this day Till enemy knocks again Let me smile enough For my face Come enjoy Next second might demand A new weep Do not be weak I am with you Life needs loaf Who says so Life needs a secure loaf Each day Not just any loaf Yes i repeat again Let’s enjoy this day We don’t know What life holds for us The other day Which will follow us Or we will follow its way Come enjoy even in storm At least we live Yet another new day Smile your way To infinite dust Do not let your eyes swell up You still can smile So smile your way And let’s mak

You worked tirelessly for years to make others believe Nevaeh was my mother's daughter, all so you could steal everything that was mine. "These things—well, you all knew them. And now you know I do too. So, why would you think I'd fall for this act and play along with you?" Realizing their plan had been exposed, Camden pressed a knife against my throat with a fierce expression. "Then don't blame me for being ruthless! If I cut off one of your fingers, I'm sure those two old fools won't hesitate to pay up." I raised my chin and met his gaze, feeling unfazed. "Do you really think that I'd allow myself to be alone and defenseless even after knowing all of this?"

Insecure shoes often obscuring the walls, the sonata of chemicals likens heads to garage tires you’ve spared for cool household principles. I bet you look down, look down so hard to catch the open light unfurling, like a beef falafel surprising schoolchildren from Bandra, Mumbai I earn a living by re-counting poetic lines and make them smell of cardamom. Carton-shroud livelihood makes a statement. To live comfortably is to fall in love with euphoria: 100%. Sweetheart of lies—

The poem went this way, Do not stand at my grave and weep, I am not there; I did not sleep. I am a thousand winds that blow, I am the diamond glints on snow. I am the sun on ripened grain, I am the gentle autumn rain. When you awaken in the morning's hush, I am the swift uprising rush Oh quiet birds in circled flight. I am the soft stars that shine at night. Do not stand at my grave and cry, I am not there; I did not die.

* I saw the beauty of the sky Colors so vibrant you'd think they never die * I saw the beauty of the waves Every splash telling a story of younger days * I saw the beauty of the rains Every drop falling freely like horses without reins * I saw the beauty of the night For only then were the stars alight * I saw the beauty in the flames of a fire Each one burning with a different desire * I saw the beauty of Gold Glistening with bitter stories untold * Oh I saw the beauty of dust and clay Simple reminders of our end someday.

He slammed his foot on the accelerator. It was already past 3:00 am. Even Coppersville, known as the "city that never slept", showed signs of exhaustion at this hour. There were only a few cars on the streets, so Dylan could drive as fast as he pleased. He pressed hard on the accelerator, his eyes burning with unspent fury. He didn't know how long he raced through the streets before finally easing to a stop. He then lit a cigarette. He had everything he wanted now, so why wasn't he happy? Why did he still feel so empty?