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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.

Anthem of Life
You will never know until the very end of the day That your strength lies behind your fragility Like a glorious and majestic day on your face
By Nabin Yonghang Limbu7 years ago in Poets
Forgotten
I know you once loved me. I have been in love with you for almost three years now. I began falling in love with you when we met.
By Megan Artus7 years ago in Poets
A Tiny Speck of Light
I want— I want the real me back. I want so bad. I haven't seen me in a while. I don't even know who I am anymore— but I know the old me is still there.
By Megan Artus7 years ago in Poets
Best Friends
I heard a knocking on my door In the middle of night Who could it be, who could it be Maybe I’ll just lay here instead And pretend I’m asleep
By Veronica Celaya7 years ago in Poets
The Magician
I used to sit and dream of magic genies. These days, I spit words like magic and produce instant remedies. Times got hard. I went inside and tried to hide, like a hermit.
By Iyanda Siraj7 years ago in Poets
Remember Me No More
Too much. Too much bad. Too much wrong. Too much I can't— and too much I'm not good enough and too much I'm failing.
By Megan Artus7 years ago in Poets
My Deepests and Darkests
I stayed - and slowly but surely my ground started to break. I felt trapped. I didn't want the tears. I didn't want the guilt.
By Megan Artus7 years ago in Poets
A Love Note for Strong, Smart Girls
In your ninth grade theater class, you asked your teacher why boys don't like you. She thought a second and then said,"You're too loud; you laugh too loud. You're too smart.You're too funny. Boys don't like that. It intimidates them.You're always moving and wiggling. It's like you can't sit still."
By snaggletoothvs7 years ago in Poets
A Love Note to an Untamed Wild
They said space was the last frontier or else the frozen north was.I knew, at once, they had never met you. I guess, now,the inside of the human body is no longer a mysteryand all the borderlands have been mapped.
By snaggletoothvs7 years ago in Poets
A Bat in the Daytime
9:17 AM I should be asleep. The chirping of the birds keeps me sane. Unlike any other, I still believe in the history of what I should be.
By Denzel Bryan7 years ago in Poets
Don't Stay Down
I get knocked down I get knocked down I get knocked down By life's left hook I get knocked down By the tasks of my day
By Jacob Craig7 years ago in Poets
Claw Machine
Have you ever played a claw machine? They’re usually rigged so you lose. You’ll line it up perfectly, ready to win, But the claw isn’t big enough to hold the prize.
By Erin Goulding7 years ago in Poets