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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.

Anxiety
I waited for you when you took the first step out the door. I waited at night when you took a while to sleep by my side. I waited for you to keep me awake at night.
By Heather Wilkins7 years ago in Poets
Word Strength
What makes the movement of the rap artist So profound is his or her own word strength. To be among the able and smartest,
By Skyler Saunders7 years ago in Poets
Life Is a Mess, a Gorgeous Mess
If you let it, life can take you to dark enclosed places and leave you there to build yourself back up, time and time again.
By Jewell Coleman7 years ago in Poets
Human
My name? Why on earth do I need to tell you my name? I don't need to I don't want to! Okay, I may not know my name. I've gotten so caught up in who society wants me to be that I don't even know me.
By Katie Hundley7 years ago in Poets
Pretty Birds
Flutter by the window pane Yours and mine again and Again Red one, brown one, blue little flutterbys Twitter chirping wake 'em up lullabies
By Cheryl Chastain7 years ago in Poets
New Home
I started hanging family pictures today with a song in my mind and happiness of heart That feeling did not last long I sat down slow, struggled to breathe surrounded by the feeling the everything is drowning me
By Cheryl Chastain7 years ago in Poets
The Lie of Hopelessness
I didn’t clean the house again I didn’t even get up I wasn’t a good mom today The guilt overwhelmed me anyway I didn’t care to be a daughter, sister, or anybody’s friend
By Cheryl Chastain7 years ago in Poets
And She Loves to Dance
You pull me real close to your chest, a split second is spent as you spin us once, hard and fast, and then we split. Two arms lengths stand between us and the only thing that remains are fingertips. Squeezing, clinging, pleading not to break. Another split second and I'm back, back in two full hands, back chest-to-chest, cheek-to-cheek. I think I can measure the space between them with a grain of sand.
By Megan Artus7 years ago in Poets
To Become
She received a hollowing out. A hollowing of the soul. What had filled it is gone. Emptied. A shell. A remnant. A new soul to be filled.
By Megan Artus7 years ago in Poets
Marvelous
Inspired by the movement, is inspired by K, which is inspired by me, and one think movement steady change. Where I’m from it’s like the jungle and I’m the prey,
By Kenshae Westmoreland7 years ago in Poets
Oceans
Loving you is like a river, Running wild as I try to hold on for dear life. I can’t catch my breath. Wait… no It’s like the ocean,
By Shay Morgan7 years ago in Poets
Silver Lining
You can only give someone so much forgiveness before it becomes foolishness Wrap your brain around your heart and remind that thing that there is no one as exceptional as you
By Cheryl Chastain7 years ago in Poets