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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.

If I Were in Charge of the World
If I were in charge of the world I'd cancel snow that fell upon anything but mountains, Sleepless nights lain awake in frustration,
By Megan Artus7 years ago in Poets
They Always Sleep on the Good Quiet Girls
I’m not your average teenager. I didn’t have a date when I went to prom. I took my sister instead... both times. I was a very stand-offish individual that felt more comfortable in solitude than with other human beings. It may sound weird but that’s just how I flow.
By Jewell Coleman7 years ago in Poets
The Quest of a Young Boy
The day was excruciatingly hot. The blistering sun set high in the cloudless sky beat down without mercy upon his back. The insects' loud continuous hum floated on the warm, dry air.
By Megan Artus7 years ago in Poets
Windows
There are so many windows to my soul Leaving me feeling over-exposed Like I can’t even touch my own body Because too many people have control.
By Florence Crum7 years ago in Poets
Who Can Save, Ask the Trees
I sat down by some Big Oak Trees, their branches whispered secret life stories to me. The Wind carried their conversation in a harmonious tune, from the birth of the earth to the (so-called) walk on the moon.
By Yahruth B. Els7 years ago in Poets
Pain
Silence screams at me from every corner of the room. It numbs my mind and blocks all senses. The ringing in my ears reverberates through my body.
By Megan Artus7 years ago in Poets
Caged
My buzzing alarm clock blares, disrupting peaceful misty dreams once again. I snap my arm up and out from underneath the fluffy sea of sheets and shut it off before its shrieking can deafen me.
By Megan Artus7 years ago in Poets
A Sense of Happiness
Happiness is the sight of an auburn mountain top, covered with feathery white snow. Glistening brilliantly as it reflects the gold rays of the warm sun.
By Megan Artus7 years ago in Poets
“Feels” by Rasheed the Poet
I want you to open your eyes And let those lies die Let my words fill your lungs And this breath of fresh air be heir To the tip of your tongue
By Rodney Williams7 years ago in Poets
The World
Isn't it strange how songs can bring back exact feelings from exact moments in your life? Some songs are even strong enough to bring back smells.
By Megan Artus7 years ago in Poets
Flatline
It's stopped hurting. I've wanted it to stop for so long. I'm not sure how I feel about this though. I feel as though I've reached a flatline.
By Megan Artus7 years ago in Poets
Last Call of the Wild Bird
I can still see you, in the prison of my mind's eye, Bedraggled in your great black coat; eyes wide, staring at a space beyond the darkness.
By Tom Baker7 years ago in Poets