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.
Each Existence
Actually it feels more like a haunting than mere dreams. Signs that signify her odd presence. Numbers on clocks, addresses even on the sides of trucks.
Art CreepsPublished 5 years ago in PoetsThe Valley
In the valley I lay my head to rest beside the coolness of the tall trees The breeze hits me like the gentle ripples of the stream on a hot summer’s day
Mireille LouisPublished 5 years ago in PoetsFlail
Falling, flailing, flustered, forgotten. The world swirling and spinning out of control. Grasping, grappling, begrudgingly trudging along.
Taylor CarterPublished 5 years ago in PoetsThe Shaggy Carpet
Candles waste their romantic madrigals through the lonely particles of dust floating aimlessly towards their end: A shaggy carpet trodden upon
Joshua BritsPublished 5 years ago in PoetsSacrificed
What’s the point in being an open book when no one wants to read? You can’t grow if you rely on others to plant the seed You can’t help change others when they’re okay with being weeds
Terowi MarshallPublished 5 years ago in PoetsDes
I find a photograph How sad I am To see Only inked paper Where once life walked Smiled Talked To me. I thought I knew the person
Misty SeddonPublished 5 years ago in PoetsYou’re Welcome
To the guy who goes on my page because they miss me: You’ve carefully avoided what can be seen as a collapse of a star. Growing brighter and brighter until one day—it ceases to exist.
Not an Option
Suicide is on my mind I don’t feel alive Walk around everyday with a smile on my face But inside I’m dying I’m trying to reach out but no one understands
Patricia WynnPublished 5 years ago in PoetsAlternate Universe Where I Died Last Tuesday
When my mother calls me, I don’t answer. When my brother and his girlfriend sit at the dinner table, they wonder where I am
Veronica ToonePublished 5 years ago in PoetsKill the Envious Moon
As I ponder yonder of the horizon, my son, a cold sphere, appears To reveal and steal the darkness away with all the fears
Pierre Roustan, Author of THE CAIN LETTERS and SCARY HORROR STUFF!Published 5 years ago in PoetsHalloween Travelers
Welcome traveler's you've come far. Just to claim your candy bars- So open now this pumpkin bag and reach inside, you never know just what you'll find.
Misty GewinPublished 5 years ago in PoetsFelo de Se
Not everyone has the drive to stay alive in a world where a girl can make you want to die Or a male The similarities the opposite beings entail
Matt RiveraPublished 5 years ago in Poets