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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.

Night Visions
I wish I could walk in the dark Just to see If beauty itself would cease to be In a world where light didn’t shine as bright
By Matt Rivera7 years ago in Poets
Home
This is a poem I wrote about the internal struggles with identity as a black American woman who travels and has no ties to Africa. The poem explores the intense feelings I have towards America but recognizes that I don't know who I am outside of this place. It's about moving through this world in a confused state but being hopeful that I'll find pieces of myself where ever I travel.
By Briona Lamback7 years ago in Poets
If I Could Tell the World One Thing
If I could tell the world one thing, I’ll leave it behind in words. Words so far back as the eleventh century, A story. Words.
By Marielle Sabbag7 years ago in Poets
Self Portrait
A dark brown container Reeks of birch and rot. A rustic setting for an atelier, The artist dwells within Composing pieces of societal disapproval,
By Nick Speros7 years ago in Poets
Moved On
I’m glad that I’m over you And everything you’ve put me through When I gave you all of me That didn’t stop you from cheating
By ceecee s7 years ago in Poets
A Terrible Thing to Want
I want to lay bare skin in the warm grasses of Spring, cherry blossoms raining over, and be absorbed into the Earth. I feel it pulling.
By Lisa Barfield-McCarty7 years ago in Poets
Your Tantalizing Trickery
If I turned to you now From my pit of despair, Would you try to comfort me? Would you even really care? It isn't that plain to see,
By Lisa Barfield-McCarty7 years ago in Poets
Places the Mind Goes
The sun beaming through the window upon waking: a brand new day That scent that takes you back to that bellyache: nostalgia
By Candice Rose7 years ago in Poets
Shamelia
Stunning shamelia where do I find you?, You lost me along the way, Did my eye sight blind you?, From staring in your eyes
By Lamorris Jay7 years ago in Poets
333
Lying here, I’m wide awake again. Bloodshot eyed, results of my offset circadian. Moments like these, I lay still. Out of sync response-abilities,
By Candice Rose7 years ago in Poets
Thinking, Overthinking About You
I always ask myself what it would be like if I just got one more chance to hang out with you. How would I act ? What would I say?
By Jewell Coleman7 years ago in Poets
Live Anyway
"Happiness is irrelevant." They need you to fit into the mold that best suits their ideals. Accept the judgement—smile anyway.
By Thia Marvel7 years ago in Poets