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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.

Art
In the beginning there’s always two, no matter your origin And the universe in all of her beauty takes years to handcraft you into what you are and what you’ll become
By Allyson Woody7 years ago in Poets
Archer
I stand, waiting in anticipation Soon it’ll be my turn I think As he turns back to look at me The world slowly fades away
By Kristen Barenthaler7 years ago in Poets
Little Fish
imagine you are a fish in a pond, swimming day in and day out, comforted by your aquatic home. until one day when you're cornered and trapped.
By Kay Kindschy7 years ago in Poets
Giving Up
So many times the victim to words, everything they say just hurts. No cushion, just bricks Bricks to which my landing sticks.
By Bianca Wargo7 years ago in Poets
Plans Above Eternity
The Time pass and my soul pray to eternity , for the day that you accept the love that I have for you. The moon jealous of your brightness calls my attention, seeking for a Verse that can calm her pain.
By Diego Aragon7 years ago in Poets
Like a Picture Now Showing
As an audience sits to watch the screen, Every attentive eye awaits the light. There’s no rewind, pause, or stop of each scene.
By Skyler Saunders7 years ago in Poets
Bad Dreams
My life is worthless as can be. Can death finally come to me? I am so numb. Why can’t death just come? How long do I have to wait? That I believe is my fate. I wait all day. I wait all night. I will not put up a fight. I had hopes and dreams. At least that’s the way it seems. Confusion in my head. I feel like I am dead, but I guess that’s already been said. Everyone goes into a dark space. I’m afraid I’ll never leave this place. The more I scream and cry. The more I want to die. Is there a heaven or hell? No one can ever tell. Unless you hear me yell.
By Tiffany Harry7 years ago in Poets
White Sky
A flicker of candle flame, from the ledges of the porcelain, milky white, reflection-less window pane. The drop of water on a nearby leaf
By Wendy Wachtel7 years ago in Poets
To: JB
Is it weird for me to say that I still got shy when I thought of you and your face? Remember how we chilled, watched movies and sipped wine on my couch?
By Jewell Coleman7 years ago in Poets
She Dances for Him
Standing in the center of the room, folded on to herself like a flower, she waits for the first strum of music. Uncurling her hands up to the air
By Verona Jones7 years ago in Poets
The Blood
There’s blood on her wrists as she screams Feeling the weight of her anger And the fear Of never escaping her pain There’s blood on his face as he cries
By Emilia Boone7 years ago in Poets
Depression and Anxiety at 1:30 PM
While the darkness comes i tend to disappear, all the things about me fade away but tears. Tears because i am not myself and i no longer have a plan
By Evelyn Reyes7 years ago in Poets