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.
Khaos
you want to be free You want to be seen Khaos in ur mind Khaos is me, Trying to escape, Trying to go far, you limit yourself,
Mitak AhmedPublished 5 years ago in PoetsOjichan
Rohwer, Arkansas— the middle of nowhere if you’re from Arkansas the middle of ‘that’s a place’ if you’re not Unremarkably flat and barren but for the
Alana BoylesPublished 5 years ago in PoetsClash, Clang, Bang
Pots and pans in a youngster’s hands Clash, Clang, Bang. The hollow sound of wood on cast iron, a piercing shrike of joy
Alana BoylesPublished 5 years ago in PoetsMundane Yellow
I was always Afraid– that I wouldn't fit in. I didn't feel like I could laugh, Or dance around, Or sing my heart out– Enjoy life's simple pleasures...
Bianca WargoPublished 5 years ago in PoetsThe Lone Runner
her feet against the inky rubber track: slap twap, slap twap—, bum knee! her braid, driving the cadence home between her shoulder blades: swip tip, swip tip.
Alana BoylesPublished 5 years ago in PoetsThe Seventh Sign
It seems lately Everywhere I go I see Older incarnations of me Possibilities Of what I can become An elder statesman, a con man
Michael E.Published 5 years ago in PoetsDecode
Here I sit beneath the twilight sky. Watching, waiting for the sun to say goodnight. Let the world around me darken to velvet black. Where I can see the silvery moon smiling back.
Misty GewinPublished 5 years ago in PoetsRoll with It
It started with, “I’m Sorry” And ended with, “Don’t give up” But the wheels are now in motion And I’m rolling with the tide
Max FisherPublished 5 years ago in PoetsHuman Doings
They say imitation is flattery, but your best you is the old me. See, they think I envy, but I’ve been there—your new life.
Desirée GonzalezPublished 5 years ago in PoetsThe Garden of Eden
The Garden of Eden -Adam- “She was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. Bronze skin sun-kissed by the wind. Her hair reminded me of the clouds.
Asha JohnsonPublished 5 years ago in PoetsU.N.I.T.Y
My dark skin Your light skin Your white skin We are all mankind but then Society paints a picture that does not complete the scripture
Treva CarterPublished 5 years ago in PoetsI Am with You
I am with you I am with you, even when you do not believe nor do not see me. I stand beside you. I am with you, even when you cannot hear my voice, I speak to you still.
Misty GewinPublished 5 years ago in Poets