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.
Half Naked
I only saw part of you You Only showed what you wanted to No matter what I did You kept the inner you hid Half naked I only saw half of you
Art CreepsPublished 5 years ago in PoetsNote to Self
Note to self I wish I could bring myself to love you But you are full of faults So many errors down to your core Where they say it really matters
Matt RiveraPublished 5 years ago in PoetsFragile Thoughts
What’s the first thing you see when you see me, Is it the way I’m dressed or the style of my hair, or is it the way I carry myself. in all honesty, most of you here listening to me right now probably don’t see any of these things, but i can tell you what you see. you see a girl, a black girl, a black girl with nappy hair (i need to get it done anyway), a black girl. that’s all most of you see. if confronted, the first thing you say to protect yourself is “I don’t see colour” well, you do and you can’t deny it. What do you think of when you think of black? Black is associated with sadness, darkness & uncleanliness. now imagine you having black as your skin tone, you’ll be seen as bad, incompetent and dirty. before I ask you a question, in your mind you’re already thinking “i’m not racist.” I walk into the room and your eyes hold me like I’m a suspect, but you’re not racist right? I do something good like I don’t know... get published, get scholarships or win awards and you subconsciously think “oh it was probably out of pity” or you are just so surprised as to how the black child won over the other ones. but you’re not racist right?
Oreoluwa AbikoyePublished 5 years ago in PoetsLost Love
He was sitting alone Not looking for romance Carefully reading his menu Without a casual glance His divorce had been difficult
Shirley J. DavisPublished 5 years ago in PoetsFloating In Space
Gonna get back on my spaceship again And float away into my mind My thoughts are deeper than space And time isn’t an option
Genevieve MartelPublished 5 years ago in PoetsInto Realms Unseen
Tell me; am I in a parallel world? This feels incredibly real… I see it in bold color And perfect use of light and shadow.
Jackie BarrowsPublished 5 years ago in PoetsQuestioning My Luck
I can hear the birds chirp when I lay down by my window. Some sound so beautiful; like they just want to share their beauty with the world.
Kristina KingPublished 5 years ago in PoetsMy World’s Away
One day you wake up and things will be different. The world herself will be different. She won’t feel like home. You notice that she doesn’t want you. Your pleading won’t keep her here. She knows what she wants, and It isn’t you. She keeps going without stopping for you. That’s the sad reality of your life—she doesn’t want you but you can’t help needing her. She provided you with a place to spread your roots and grow with her. She gave you all the possibilities to flourish. She nurtured you and your goals, watering them with positivity and hope. She allowed you to slowly undress her, taking away all that made her beautiful. She let you bore down into her, splitting her into pieces that once made her majestic. She let you happen and now she’s falling apart. Those things she gave you, she can never get them back. She now relies on you for hope and positivity, yet you don’t care. She has given you everything she could, and that still wasn’t enough for you. You want to swim in her tears but you can’t clean off the garbage from her face. You want to conquer her tallest peaks, but you can’t seem to hear her pleas for help. She brought life to you and you are letting hers end. She’s drowning because she gave you all of herself; she gave you the world.
Sunflower Eyes
I wish I could have met the sunflower eyed boy, that laughed with his heart, and not to fill a clawing void. I wish I could have loved the sunflower eyed teen,
Katie LindforsPublished 5 years ago in PoetsWhat Is the Soul?
What if when we “die” our souls go up into the ever expansive Universe & that’s why the Universe is infinite. And as light beings, souls are really just stars watching over us & falling stars are just fallen angels. Humans are made of the same things that stars are, so to think...We are stars, and that’s beautiful.
Desirée GonzalezPublished 5 years ago in PoetsMan Tears
The cries of a man are silent. I miss her like the quick blink of an eyelid The cries of a man are silent. Deleting her once twice, yes I tried it
Art CreepsPublished 5 years ago in PoetsBirds in Motion
The fly with such ease and capture my eyes, as they fly by, such a creation by those above our heads, the invisible Creators of the beauty of birds.
Aunidan Christi KPGSPublished 5 years ago in Poets