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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.

Points of Faith
When you are as lonely as this, every month smells like a vending machine, cards in a deck, you can never come all the way back. The whole damn calendar is
By topaz winters7 years ago in Poets
Before
the miracle of existence ishow memory is made half of things misremembered my father in his childhood danced the checkered land-scape of his own intelligence
By topaz winters7 years ago in Poets
Different Mentally
As the sun rises my heart beats extremely fast for it is another day I am unable to get out of the house. As the sun rising up my mind gets darker as the mid night sky with no stars.
By Sekou Sesay7 years ago in Poets
Lovesong to Vernal Equinox, Standard Time
Trillions of beautiful things but just one you.& isn’t that miraculous, the earth giving upits glory in springtime. Choral & dimpled.The longest night is passed, meaning willcome again sooner than any of us want toadmit. Every last bud smells like what we’velost. I love you right now & this does notmean I won’t ever love anything else, it
By topaz winters7 years ago in Poets
I Don't Wanna Wake Up
Sometimes, A street, district, mountain or hill was before me, which was a little like the one I had ever been to. Sometimes,
By Otis Colon7 years ago in Poets
Please, Shut My Door
A night so cold and quiet The winter’s early dimming stills prematurely motion and need. Left to one’s thoughts, Surrounded by drafts from windows
By Abigayle Contant7 years ago in Poets
My Life, My Life
I’m tired & drained, with no clue what’s my next step in life I’m just living day to day wondering but not thinking alive but not feeling
By Jewell Coleman7 years ago in Poets
Those That Fell
The fallen three had lives to live also Their time in the fleet whispered that they could Reach lives by advancing in rank, follow.
By Skyler Saunders7 years ago in Poets
I Have to Be More
My alarm cried in my ears I shot up like an arrow Planted my right foot first Left foot second Expanded my body like an accordion to yawn and stretch my arms
By Elizabeth A7 years ago in Poets
Insanity or a Letter to the Future World by a Fellow Traveler
- An Introduction Before The Main Event - April 16th, 2019 I shall begin, this new adventure, as basically all adventures start, a foot in front of the other; a letter to start, to that world.
By Jason Giecek7 years ago in Poets
North Carolina
It's more than just a place to visit in the summer. It's more than just the state my best friend lives. It's more than going to the beach.
By Megan Artus7 years ago in Poets
Me and Nancy
Missing people, being alone, is quite possibly the worst sort of discomfort. That and hangnails. Or dry eyes. But to be honest I'd rather be with all my friends, a hangnail, dry, watering eyes, and all the ten plagues than be alone.
By Megan Artus7 years ago in Poets