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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.

The Movement of Life
Steam rises from a dusty street A microphone squawks The call to prayer rising through the heat Dawn breaks and the day begins.
By Jenny Beck7 years ago in Poets
John and Yoko, or (Lennon's Last Hit Is the Life I Lead)
It was fabulous In the beginning Only there was One instead of four So to pass through The threshold of hell I had been summoned
By Michael E.7 years ago in Poets
Never Again
Never again, she swore to herself, never again She wouldn’t cry; she wouldn’t cower. Anger seeded in her heart, growing into a
By K7 years ago in Poets
Who I Am
I hate haters that hate all that is different without any remorse or shame Haters hate has created a movement and a plight that has gained the greatest of game.
By Bobbi Simmons7 years ago in Poets
Breakfast Date
Eggs over easy and coffee Black, Strong. He teases through clouds of bacon grease and laughs at the fact the toast just burned.
By Treva Carter7 years ago in Poets
Fall Through
When the drugs kick in, I'm back to myself again. Everything that I need, involves all of my sin. I don't need you now, didn't need you then. I'll do this line, as soon as you say when.
By Jesse O'Dell7 years ago in Poets
Chaos Theory
La via real la city royale Could kiss you for all the times spent giving alms to the nameless. Never mind. When I see a bike chained up it reminds me
By cristen alexandria7 years ago in Poets
Jungle Safari
I rub his hair and it awakens my senses. Tangled mane of locks twisted around strong vine of almond eyes and watermelon lips. The thoughts that spin through my mind are like a flock of birds, streaming from fantasy to fantasy.
By Treva Carter7 years ago in Poets
The Conscious Consumer
The more stuff you buy, the more stuff shops sell, the more stuff factories make, the world’s hotter than hell. The more CO2 in the air,
By Daisy payne7 years ago in Poets
Renaissance Women
Nowadays mother=father, taking responsibilities of a million generations. We glorify the strong man, not knowing that above him stands the Renaissance Woman. She takes the world in one hand, balancing life and her dreams. This woman has no color, her race is one SHE created, her speech
By Treva Carter7 years ago in Poets
Seasons
Winter never works for me Forever alone and cold I fear this is my destiny Future visions of growing old Spring brings a ray of hope
By Latrice Jones7 years ago in Poets
Do You Know Me?
I am the resurrector I am a reminder All things fall to me and are born a new I am constant and ever-present I am deep because I am all
By Maria Crank7 years ago in Poets