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Poets in Motion

We’re celebrating National Poetry Month with our first poetry contest. Submit your most artistic, emotional, or hilarious original poetry inspired by movement—whatever that means to you. Use #VocalNPM to enter.

Her Dark Night
Her descent into darkness Was slow and fast Building up steadily And stealthily From childhood. The blackness interlaced
By Andrea Jardine5 years ago in Poets
The Calico Cat
The calico cat from across the street Tramps round on the drive, like he wants to meet; The ole alley dog comes bounding away.
By r. nuñez6 years ago in Poets
Dance with Me
Dance with me between the stars, through the universe, and around the sun. Turn the music on and let the world fall away
By Tiffani Metzger6 years ago in Poets
Midnight Traveler
Darkness falls as the city becomes hauntingly still Pouring a cup of fresh brewed coffee It’s heavenly aromas are a delightful sin
By Nicole (Nikki) M.6 years ago in Poets
Ask Her to Know
giddy and giggly cheeky and kind these are all the things that i keep locked up tight inside; whenever i see you my face gets all flushed
By xandra6 years ago in Poets
Defunct
Charred thumbnails, scorched eyelashes, an anesthetized heart, and a brain coated with a thick layer of balloon static.
By Kelsey Paulina6 years ago in Poets
Woman in White
The grass stands tall, together. Each strand strong, unwavering in the winds. Unmoved by the rays from the sky. Untouched by the hands of the people.
By M A7 years ago in Poets
Intervention
Sitting on a park bench contemplating the evils that are done I wearily hold my thought filled head in a dominant gaze above
By M.g.M7 years ago in Poets
Searching Forever
Searching through woods in the early morn Shadows within my soul Untouched by the rising sun Where you taken? Did you run?
By Teresa Boardman7 years ago in Poets
I Am Not Elegant
I wasn't made to be elegant. Whoever created me didn't think that would be necessary They didn't think to give me long, slender legs
By Izzy Galloway7 years ago in Poets
From Pain Comes Strength
In the midnight hour I think of how I’m a delicate flower. Something to be admired, truly inspired. I walk around with heart ache, and I wish that I was desired not by any and every man, but cautiously and exquisitely designed to be one of a kind not just a lustful thought running through your mind from time to time.
By Chiara Carpenter7 years ago in Poets
Take Action
Stand, Fall, Crawl Spin, Plunge, Soar Tumble, Fly, Dive Climb, Scratch, Release Dig, Crush, Plant Blossom, Wither, Bloom
By Tiffany Harry7 years ago in Poets