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.
Dead Like Me/Before the Phoenix Fire Breathes
I could be a stranger like I was yesterday. I've often found myself zoning out into the corner. The window is a perfect picture of what's out there. The glass of the window pane is a comfort we take for granted. A sour taste in the air is a good indication that the poison is sweet. If you give yourself too much credit, you lose a valuable lesson. Who would ever want to be dead like me?
By Brent Horling7 years ago in Poets
Movement Revolution
The movementis swift. A giftfrom the revolutionsof Earth, the universe. A body hitsThe floor;gives birthto a new move,a new wayto rotate,a new wayto glide.It is exerciseand art combined;a body suspendedin time; no wayto press rewindas innovationand creativityhas been achieved.The dancers breathe,believe in who they are
By Christopher Sims7 years ago in Poets
