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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.

Black Like Me
I fling my arms wide With a smile and a tear, Then feel a belonging That’s rare around here, Your hand holds mine But somehow I feel free,
By Alexis Dean Jr.7 years ago in Poets
To Be Continued...
I know majority of my poems may seem sad, but somehow my life just came down to that wrapped in darkness, no peak hole, just heartless.
By Jewell Coleman7 years ago in Poets
Wander
Oh, well, I'm the type of guy who will never settle down Wherever my feet'll take me, well, you know that I'm around I won't put down roots I guess I can never be tamed
By Jonathan Costa7 years ago in Poets
One Question
(explicit language) Your past can fuck up your future. Your future can't fuck up your past. Why so many people live in what can't last. Why hold on to things that bring you anger and pain. Living in the past, everything remains the same.
By Josephine conde7 years ago in Poets
Wishes
If I had three wishes, bullets would become gummy bears Kids would laugh when the candy gets stuck in mother's hair I would no longer be scared, of the summer air
By Alexis Dean Jr.7 years ago in Poets
Bridges
For every bridge I build Three more I burn With every thoughtless word Gesture learned Accidental spurn I seem to always take the cake
By Jonathan Costa7 years ago in Poets
The Observer
The straight posture and the calmness radiating off her like the cool sea breeze. The radiant smile and shyness giving her various shades of cuteness.
By K7 years ago in Poets
We/Oui (pt. i)
You see...I’m scared of the future and for the next generation,cuz as society “progresses,” i see the fall of a nation.A nation that is the product of a million and one frustrations:economic disparity and failing public education.Political corruption, rising gun violence rates andmedical and mental patients without hopes of salvation.
By Jenna King7 years ago in Poets
In the Darkest Night I Woke
I died a thousand times But I never truly lived I never knew what it was to unconditionally give To love another in their darkness and to completely trust
By Kirsty Anne7 years ago in Poets
Selfish Take
Dew drops on daisies cause pouting of crowds That damn the carbon footprint and the lights. They burn because of the fossil fuel clouds.
By Skyler Saunders7 years ago in Poets
Life Eternal
Men killed and died for a sip To lengthen their trip to judgment day And I heard a guy say I don't want to live forever
By Jonathan Costa7 years ago in Poets
The Thornbush
The winds of Summer Solstice gently blow across her face, As she sits amidst the mighty oak, and feels the suns embrace. The Maiden says goodbye to spring with a hand held to her heart,
By Lori Brizius7 years ago in Poets