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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.

Movement
A life in motionBut what does that mean?The context? The syntax? Or was it the "dream within a dream?"We grow so very quicklyBut alas, we are slaves to our own designA clock that's perpetually tickingMan's prison, his concept of TimeSecular yet linearWhat else is there to know?Your past is what makes youYour future is unforetoldBut what is there was more?A "MORE" so seldom seenInfintite versions all around usEnergies & entities drifting in betweenFor you see...Everything around us is movingFrom the stars.. to the universe..Then back to meAs within.. so withoutAs above.. so belowMultitudenous frequencies and vibrationsEver expanding consciousness united with Soul.
By Renee Wilson7 years ago in Poets
Whoosh
Your waves crash Into the cage that barricades my love’s domain Your waves negate My apprehensive state As we navigate to higher planes
By Alexis Zhané7 years ago in Poets
Addiction
black sun setting on nothing flames of consumption red unexpanded sucking life not giving it ashes and gray tastes of evaporating bones
By LoLaines B7 years ago in Poets
The Spectacle
Screams through passages like all of the ghosts Brings to the mind the treasures and riches. Every word fills in the thoughts as the hosts
By Skyler Saunders7 years ago in Poets
E.Motion
one day i’ll return to the forest and then to the sea, where my soul glows and ripples. the fog rolling in across the bitter cliffs and ancient stones, the gulls crying out over the echo of waves and wind.
By Tealia Madden7 years ago in Poets
Do You Think We Can Reignite the Flame?
My heartbeat is dying My hesitation that may hurt us The determining factor I wait for you to help me, Telling me, “trust me”
By Joshua Frankson7 years ago in Poets
Reality
At the risk of sounding cliche, go live your life and stay out of my way. I'm tired of it, no more of that. I'm done with it all, these times are wack.
By Alexis Jones7 years ago in Poets
The Night
Restless Nights Emotional heights Living life In endless fights The night bites In shadows delight The night swarms It circles around
By Joshua Frankson7 years ago in Poets
Motion Is Everywhere
Photo by Mahkeo on Unsplash The wind, Rushing through the trees, A movement in mystery, Swirling through time, Whipping up the dust,
By Jason Giecek7 years ago in Poets
Home
I've been to places Far and wide, But not too far And certainly not too wide. I've seen different cultures Of indigenous peoples,
By Bianca Wargo7 years ago in Poets
That's What Hurt
All I ask is a little support— Is it really that much to ask? One word isn't what hurt me— It's what came after When they all just decided to get behind
By Bianca Wargo7 years ago in Poets
Moving On
I breathe in deeply, my eyes closed. You aren't the air. The warmth of the Sun washes over me from head to toe. It gives me waves of almost painful ecstasy.
By Lady Sunday7 years ago in Poets