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.
"A Movement"
“A movement.” The powerful figure speaks with a finger pointed in the air. It’s seems as if it always takes a sea of people to drown an issue.
In The Event Of My Demise
You talked about your future like you clearly saw it ending Your words were way too vivid to show signs of you pretending Inevitable demise, was it something you could do
Alexis Dean Jr.Published 5 years ago in PoetsShadowed Dream
The sun rises Bright... Bright... Bright The clock explodes Ring... Ring... Ring Time to get up Go... Go... Go Time to start my day
SSM EmotionPublished 5 years ago in PoetsProgression
I sit in silence in a house that's not mine and listen to the knocking of my ghosts who followed me here in the next room
Kristianna DaviedPublished 5 years ago in PoetsFor Tigue
I know she’s looking out for me When she calls me to bed And I ignore her Only hum as if in agreement But she’s persistent and she begs me to join her
Jonathan CostaPublished 5 years ago in PoetsKarma, Do Your Job Love
I hurt, I shouted, I bled out for you; you did nothing. I had to stitch up my own wounds that you left so deep I had to soothe my own mind that you left so confused
Jewell ColemanPublished 5 years ago in PoetsStill
I was overwhelmed by a frenzy of anxious self-destruction and a fit of the walls closing. I’d like to say that this night was an anomaly,
Amelia Clare WrightPublished 5 years ago in PoetsSpinning
Sometimes, the world seems still, as though nothing is happening, but; nothing ever stops moving, Standing still, is a myth,
Matthew DonnellonPublished 5 years ago in PoetsGetting Closer
Spinning around and back again I form the web of my existence... Turning... Forming... Developing Growing and learning
SSM EmotionPublished 5 years ago in PoetsOn Wherever St.
We leave the windows open, and it’s cool in the morning, at almost seven-thirty. The tepid dose is almost enough to sedate us.
Lexys QuinnPublished 5 years ago in PoetsLove Can
Love can be a battleground, with beautiful explosions; it can sting like a venom, dissolving your heart with its corrosion.
Adam DrydenPublished 5 years ago in PoetsMessage to Ego
Time to reset, rest up, recharge. Forget about what happened yesterday Don’t dwell on mistakes Let go of the pain, set it free