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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.

You
We can’t always control things that’s true but you can handle everything about you You can control who you give of your love
By Cheryl Chastain7 years ago in Poets
The Coward
Which one is the real you? The cruel guy threatening and cold or the one that once held my hand while we crossed the road
By Cheryl Chastain7 years ago in Poets
Sorry for You
It's amazing how you pretend your life is your own You don't even know who you are you traded a real treasure for a cheap chain that rusts in bad weather
By Cheryl Chastain7 years ago in Poets
What a Child Sees
The emperor has no clothes on, now. But who cares? As long as trinkets they cast No one but a young child has the know how
By Skyler Saunders7 years ago in Poets
The Quiet One
He couldn’t pretend he didn’t want her, it was evident in the expression of his gaze She couldn’t deny she felt the weight of it in uncountable ways
By Cheryl Chastain7 years ago in Poets
Facade
What do you do when you realize half your life was a lie? Every smile every laugh every kiss and touch every heartfelt memory amounts to only so much
By Cheryl Chastain7 years ago in Poets
Maybe I’ll Know One Day
Maybe you’re right, maybe all of you are right. Maybe I don’t know what I want. Maybe I’m still finding myself and that’s why I can’t find
By Jewell Coleman7 years ago in Poets
Grey December
A month, or a year, no a lifetime ago; we danced with each other in the falling rain To the tune of a love song our feet squished down into the soft muddy terrain
By Cheryl Chastain7 years ago in Poets
Asghedom
He lifted his voice like weights in a gym Greatness oozed from him at an early age. Each of his lyrics are like ghetto hymns.
By Skyler Saunders7 years ago in Poets
Smile That Hides
I walk around with a smile on my lips It doesn’t reach my eyes because my happy no longer exists My chest hurts and a lump is ever present in my throat
By Cheryl Chastain7 years ago in Poets
My Stain
I mourn for someone who is still breathing I loved him, the one whom never existed I built a life on a lie like it was solid as stone
By Cheryl Chastain7 years ago in Poets
Necessity
As I peered into the ephemeral eyes of whom I had always considered my love, time-stretched into a delightful nothingness. All at once I had been given the realization of humanity's wondrous chemical reactions, while simultaneously conjuring questions that would never be spoken aloud. It felt like the existential crisis of a knowing and understanding God. Love is a timeless phenomenon, bound by nothing, and yet tethered to every individual creature and being.
By Haylee Leon7 years ago in Poets