Most of my slam poems cover serious issues and topics. "Feeling Good" captures a different side to the essence of spoken word because the art allows me to express any emotion in any way at any time. In this case, I wrote a poem just because I woke up feeling good one day, and I needed that to be heard!
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Feeling GoodUsually when I write,
Words just tumble In a downward slope, Like ink is my breath, Exhaling all hope, But nope, Not this time, See this poem is about feeling good, Not depression Or past suppression, This is more of a Recent history lesson, How I felt the presence Of a blessing, That I still can not explain... Did you ever just wake up With that Orbit tooth tingle Sitting on your shoulder? Like "I love you" Was reciprocated, When you meant what you told her? Like for once that boulder Shackled tightly to your conscience Got the hint its obnoxious And now you're weightless with control and composure? For once, This is about the beauty of a rainbow And the pot of gold you actually get to attain, This is about the kids who breakdance on A Trains Solely to entertain, This is about helping a woman up the stairs With baby in tow, The slow pitter patter of rain And flakes of snow Each completely unique, Babbling creeks Of crystal cool refreshment, Comfortable silence, Silver linings When sun bursts through damp doleful days, This is about catching beats that make you move And closing your eyes to that groove In your personal preserve And precious pattern discerned, This is about Fresh powder on a mountain begging, that throaty V8 revving, Fresh java aromas pegging Your nose hairs On a sleep deprived morning This is about Heroes Those who've been overseas And those who live quietly among us Blending in like a light breeze, That breeze that teases knees 'Till you just Sit down in a grass field Lay back Look up Feel young Smile, This poem is about feeling good And this poem Is about poetry, It's to bring that smile To a blind man's face Because he understands What he cannot see, It's the music of language Conveying feelings indefinitely, The art of letters creating negative space on a page, This is about poetry And unexpected smiles, It's that feeling you get when you just get home And your puppy runs uncontrollably up your leg Like your pocket's the bone, The feeling of not alone This poem is a breakthrough, See I'm trying to break circles And stop chasing my own tail Because Time wasted Won't prevail If I'm facing time without bail, So my grace rains in furious hail An assault full scale Where pain's stake crumbles frail, This is about feeling good, It's about roller disco in Central Park on Sundays, This is about A little girl slow dancing with her toes on Her grandfather's loafers So he knows her Soul's taking over That glimmer in his eyes When he passes This poem is about feeling good, This poem is about poetry And its my redemption I've been without words Blurred And somewhat obscured, Like ghosts were staring in But now on the verge Of emerging, Herds of adverbs I got your verbal heroin So I warily spin The idiom of seraphim And I'm pairing in The message That this is about feeling good This poem is about poetry, How poetry is showing me Freedom, Like doing 90 on a freeway freedom, Sporadic street dances and flash mob freedom, Sleep away camp romance freedom, Like Enhanced expansive refinances, Like Second chances At freedom This poem is about feeling good, This poem is about poetry, And this poem is about freedom And free verse - though I did rehearse... But only because I want you to feel good! This poem is about raising glasses To heartfelt toasts at Tuesday dinner, This poem is about Finding that magic moment in a slow dance When hearts align And beat to the same rhythm Of frenzied mayhem, That clay hand Of dexterity Clinging to dangling prosperity With sincerity, That moment when you finally Smell the clarity, And pieces are falling into place So fast You can hardly keep pace But taste The interlaced grace Of winning and losing a race And how it really doesn't matter, As long as you feel good That your participate. This is about feeling good, This poem is about poetry And how poetry is showing me I can wind and lose, That sometimes victory spews From contradictory views So my new found muse Is infused I'm enthused! It's like a revelation And a new discovery I feel good like An overdue hug, I feel good like Makeup sex, Saying the alphabet backwards like ZYX With my eyes closed, I feel good like Secrets exposed.. This is about feeling good, This poem is about poetry And if you misunderstood, It's merely to make YOU feel good |
Other recommended poems based on this one: TO ME | EMERGE | STRENGTH
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