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Poets in Motion

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.

  • Tiffany Harry
    Published 7 months ago
    My War Is Over

    My War Is Over

    Thrashing, crashing, smashing
  • SKYLERIZED
    Published 7 months ago
    Human Inventiveness

    Human Inventiveness

    Do you want a miracle? One that makes
  • SKYLERIZED
    Published 7 months ago
    Cash Like That

    Cash Like That

    Digital funds flow like shocks that all send
  • Ellie shaul
    Published 7 months ago
    Change in the Movement

    Change in the Movement

    Like rushing waves crashing on the beige shore,
  • Kristin Wilson
    Published 7 months ago
    Matrix: Project Disengage

    Matrix: Project Disengage

    Some days I want to change the world, some days I want to hide away...
  • Donelle Maloney
    Published 7 months ago
    The Tides of You

    The Tides of You

    Slight movements create
  • Brent Horling
    Published 7 months ago
    A Life Rewritten

    A Life Rewritten

    I surrender to the grass that is sharp; to blades that are green
  • Brent Horling
    Published 7 months ago
    Stranger to My Skin (Pt. 3)

    Stranger to My Skin (Pt. 3)

    Locked up without a cause or reason for, I found myself staring out a window. It was a desolate tree and I love that tree. The walls were as white as eggshells and the floor was tiled. Day one I was confused, I believed I was in the right place at the right time but I was wrong. I'm surrounded by strangers both On My Level and above me. The blue scrub wearing strangers held keys to understandings that were beyond my own. I was put in place yet, I was out of place.
  • Brent Horling
    Published 7 months ago
    Stranger to My Skin (Pt. 2)

    Stranger to My Skin (Pt. 2)

    Steadfast in pace while moving. Picking up speed quickly as to blur when seen; her body sings songs sorrow as her soul was forced to this burning in a flesh like hell. Knowing she could be a closer version to what's reflected within if money wasn't an option and she had the desire for the surgery. She had been born into a body of opposite settings; she doesn't have any plans of getting her faulty body changed for she believes this is a lesson to gain from, rather than a curse of suffering. The growth in the depths of her patience is one of the many things that has been earned from this torture bestowed upon her.