Deborah Portillo15 hours ago
Phantom Embrace
I dreamed of you this morning. You slowly approached me and the closer you appeared, your arms raised in greeting with open arms, which turned to a hug of comfort. You didn't say a word, but you held ...
T. Eugene Williams15 hours ago
Shame on You
You built this foundation of love on lies. Shame on you for not being honest. Then you shame him for trying to operate in a cowardly way. Shame on you for telling those lies when you were getting high...
Lana Broussard17 hours ago
In July
In mid-July the heat reverberates makes the thought of comfort dull my footprints trail the thick blades of St. Augustine grass the smell of Confederate Jasmine heady and heavy Around the porch corner...
Morgan Sankofa18 hours ago
Who Needs This
The way we see each other Down weeping, shoulders slouching low, a vulture dripping its peak into breaking golden flesh. Our emotions parting like shredded pork. Our bodies the bread between meaty blo...
Lana Broussard20 hours ago
Deep Water
Who inhabits this lake? Let him come forth The Master of Sea Monsters and bad dreams The fortune teller of fathomless seas How trapped is he this watery spirit a decimated dreamer silenced by still wa...
Imani Tahira20 hours ago
Orange [I'm a Ni|ce Girl]
I'm shaking. After a long selah It comes like a thief in the night Frightened I lift my finger to touch the Bitter riff of swollen lips and smokened kisses I thought I was through with this Silenced… ...
Amee Mareea month ago
Age Difference
The things, the things I would do, if I could be just amazing as you. If every word ignited a spark in someone new. What I would do if I was wanted like the stars that longingly await the moon. What I...
Fatima Elmusbahi2 months ago
Her
She was a borderline fanatic searching for the smallest of details, that seemed to but warm her heart. A relentless girl longing to find a way of keeping alive, as everyday she grasped tighter and tig...
Experiences in Poetry
I am a poet. I don't have any books published, but I am a poet. When I sit down to write, it's what comes easiest. The fiction I write often comes from poems or turns into poems or, at the very least,...
Lenora Huỳnh4 months ago
Before the Rice Plant Becomes
There is an undeniable parallel between the history of rice and skin colour. It reminds us that darkness equates to filth, and this is stems from classism. Brown rice had a history of being cheap pig food. Evidently, it became unfathomable for humans to consider eating something meant for a farm animal.White rice symbolizes wealth. Fair skin symbolizes wealth. It implies that the woman has never had to work hard. An outdated perspective of course, but the notion that fair skin is desirable, is s...
Sid l.c 5 months ago
One Day
We get colder As we grow older We will walk So much slower And hold our heads lower. Our hopes will be so far above us, I swear, they touch the heavens. Once in a while, we’ll catch a glimpse of what ...
Christopher Sims6 months ago
Stop a Bullet with a Poem
Stop A Bullet with A Poem If I could stop a bullet with a poem I would. If I could save one life with a poem I would. I’d throw each word like a disk or a shield aiming straight at bullets from 45s an...
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.
Only the Classics
The roots from which poetry as we know it has flourished. Taking you back to the classical era, one stanza at a time.
Life as a Poet Knows It
Industry tips for new poets. Welcome to the Poets family.
Imani Tahira20 hours ago
Orange [I'm a Ni|ce Girl]
I'm shaking. After a long selah It comes like a thief in the night Frightened I lift my finger to touch the Bitter riff of swollen lips and smokened kisses I thought I was through with this Silenced… ...
Malissa Elaine2 days ago
Desert Rose
Desolate. Barren is my mind, my heart, my spirit. Scrounging through the desert of our love Left dry and wanton, Empty and cold in the dark, Smoldering and bitter in the day. My soul, down to the womb...
Yvonne Knight2 days ago
Love That Heals
Taking my clothes off for him again, His fingers on my skin Leaving me yarning within Searching for the warmth, but there is no heat, His touch leaves me exposed and cold, He no longer ignites my fire...
Lex's Lair2 days ago
Like Them
Maybe it's 'cause I'm not pretty, like them I have crooked glasses and bitten nails. My hair is brown. Brown like my eyes and pieces of shit. My lips are chapped and my cheeks red like wine. Maybe tha...
Leigh Fisher2 days ago
In Defense of Instapoetry
There's a massive divide in the poetry community between the traditional methods of publishing poetry versus the more modern avenues. While there are more and more people who are finding the happy mid...
Lana Broussard3 days ago
Centers
It is never advisable to put the dinosaurs in the pen with the goats I try explaining this to Nora, her hazel eyes wide dark hair streaming shoes gleaming, equipped with flashing lights too her small ...
Morgan Sankofa18 hours ago
Who Needs This
The way we see each other Down weeping, shoulders slouching low, a vulture dripping its peak into breaking golden flesh. Our emotions parting like shredded pork. Our bodies the bread between meaty blo...
David white2 days ago
Primeval_Passion
Primeval passion 05/04/2019 My love to you all The Norfolk broads Is close to my heart . As we motor off Right from the start . And as you drift along On your holiday dreams. rubbing on Your bottled s...
Rob Reidburn2 days ago
Exile
I sit, in exile, The four walls, four rooms that have become my world. Reading, and studying, Things that will help me when I return, As if fate has me on layaway In a holding pattern for some future ...
Lana Broussard20 hours ago
Deep Water
Who inhabits this lake? Let him come forth The Master of Sea Monsters and bad dreams The fortune teller of fathomless seas How trapped is he this watery spirit a decimated dreamer silenced by still wa...
Evelyn V.20 hours ago
Compositions
Last writings of you
Jodie Redwood2 days ago
Poetically Unpoetic
not good at poems speaking the language of the non spoken, a language so understood until it isn't. when you want to express your inner thoughts to the world but not, screaming can you hear me! but also... hey did you get that. we want to convey a message so felt that many will profess they can relate... but do they. I've always wondered how people could pull something so deep from their soul that I have been feeling my whole life, able to express what kept me speechless. poets speaking a langua...
Lana Broussard20 hours ago
Closer to Fall
Today is… sunlight streaming through cottage windows as a silver tabby long and lean reclines on the twisted colors of a braided rug in full sabertooth glory Underneath it all is a soft simmering the ...
Oh Heavens, JEO Style 2019
Searched to Find You In my eyes you dream And in my heart I vow Deserving your touch I want to know how To show you the world The moon and the stars Having excitement show How in love we are The magic between you and I continues to grow Just because cannot become all that we know It’s the sparkles the fire the compassion felt kisses That wish the night away until you're not here missing Company of touch and the love that we share Continues to pave our future together where Hand in hand every sun...
C.C. HawK2 days ago
Pledge
Are you blind to her tears? She is showing you signs Of despair, And you turn her away. She’s the one that gave you a home. She’s the one that gave you food. But you have forsaken her with your greed....
Deborah Portillo15 hours ago
Phantom Embrace
I dreamed of you this morning. You slowly approached me and the closer you appeared, your arms raised in greeting with open arms, which turned to a hug of comfort. You didn't say a word, but you held ...
T. Eugene Williams15 hours ago
Shame on You
You built this foundation of love on lies. Shame on you for not being honest. Then you shame him for trying to operate in a cowardly way. Shame on you for telling those lies when you were getting high...
Lana Broussard17 hours ago
In July
In mid-July the heat reverberates makes the thought of comfort dull my footprints trail the thick blades of St. Augustine grass the smell of Confederate Jasmine heady and heavy Around the porch corner...
Poetic Glory2 days ago
Slowly Tipping
I’m slowly tipping My mind is tripping I don’t drink & I feel like drinking Tired of flipping out I’m tired & there is no doubt How could I have allowed Myself to fall out To you it’s all about clout ...
Poetic Glory2 days ago
Fall
Poetry is my therapy I wouldn’t know what to say I feel a type of way But I drink a potion instead To try to get out of my head I’m trying to move ahead Something keeps holding me back And I feel the ...
Poetic Glory2 days ago
Mind Tricks
These mind tricks people play They convince you they’re trying to slay They convince you every night they pray They promise you they’ll forever stay Just as long as you don’t disobey They make you pro...
Entreaty to the Sea
When your grandmother decided for care and comfort and laid a string of pearls across an ocean it's open depths yawning the unknown a depth you could not follow So you said your prayers beneath cerule...
Undefined
I fell once To my knees All I could see A blur of white and green Holes in my head Holes ripped through my heart A battle of Love Fought and lost Sacrifice on the line Through fractured time A sacrifi...
Poetic Glory2 days ago
Choked
I feel so violated I feel like isolating myself I can't even begin to ventilate All this weight pulling me down Is this my fate How often I can’t think straight May I run away to another state Tired o...
James Killmer5 days ago
Sailor's Dream
Old salty dogs, miles of ocean Ship of fools in the wind Have no home but the sea Brave men facing the challenge To meet their destiny Hands rough like bark on a tree Skin brown from rays of the sun S...
Rebecca Hale5 days ago
Because of Emily
I don’t know remember exactly when and how it started. Perhaps it never had a beginning, but had always been a part of my soul. Books had captured my attention since infancy, and stories lived on my t...
James Killmer11 days ago
Tribute
Came upon an Indian layin' Dakota fields of terror Slowly I came to thee Wounded Knee Massacre Smoldering flintlock by his side Pale face graced with a half smile Eyes of blue stare into space His fea...