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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.

Goodbye Mardi Gras
Tonight is the calmness, But in peace we won't sleep, excitement in the air, it is felt through the street, I lie through the night,
By Lamorris Jay7 years ago in Poets
Methods
this mouth drowns itself. eats itself. recognizes Something growing and shaking, Something shining, Something kind and deadly
By Hannah Dulaney7 years ago in Poets
British Raj
As the frothy milk sky bubbles above, a condensing curd cools below. I try to swim somewhere between. Do you see what I see?
By saaleh P7 years ago in Poets
Starlight
I used to feel oh, so alone And when you came, my life's shadow Was blasted away to the stars Lighting up my dull life
By Julia Gay7 years ago in Poets
Exist
Two quaint streams fall from the depleting waterfalls of her eyes, caressing the curves of her cheeks. They travel down the ridges of her neck and circle around two majestic, mountainous breasts. The streams trickle slowly into a stagnant pond, ever so exceeding the boundaries of her stomach. The excess stream water falters its way down to her roots, soaking the ground around her. The ground soaks up the remaining water, absolving the fact that she might need it for future cultivation. There will be a day where the streams no longer trickle down the ridges and crevasses of her body. And that is the day that she will learn to exist without
By Nessa Pao7 years ago in Poets
Unique
Mirror on the wall why are you taking up her time?, You got her in the mirror, putting make-up on her mind, but putting on that make-up
By Lamorris Jay7 years ago in Poets
Big Blue Eyes
Our Dear Blue Eyes, It’s your parents We have a story to tell you From the day we found that you were expected We knew you
By Ashley Wentz7 years ago in Poets
Marlboro Lights
I left the movie tear-filled, head down, watch your step breathe in, breathe out The sticky floor gripped onto my Vans
By Jeannie McDonald7 years ago in Poets
Temporary Insanity
#VocalNPM Temporary insanity... a place of blissful indulgence, yes here it comes again... she laughs I'll go with the movement of it... fluid rhythm la la la
By Ruby Muses7 years ago in Poets
Everyone We Meet Has a Lesson for Us
Everyone we meet has a lesson for us. The most important things I have learned from you are not the things I've heard, But everything I have felt.
By Tiffany Benjamin7 years ago in Poets
Life Through The Eyes of A Black Girl
Introduction: Upon turning 18 a black girls' eyes will become fully opened to the real world, and the part she plays in that world. But the truth is that most black girls' eyes are opened long before they become an adult, or a woman. Black girls learn at a very young age that they are expected to be strong and self sacrificing. For most of the time that is the only way they can survive in the real world.
By AChosen Generation7 years ago in Poets
To Stop the World
The world sweeps quietly around that star that blazes on And spins a silent dance for viewers that have come and gone. And nothing that exists upon this world is ever still;
By r. nuñez7 years ago in Poets