Poets in Motion

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.

Matthew Mikituka month ago
Intervention
Sitting on a park bench contemplating the evils that are done I wearily hold my thought filled head in a dominant gaze above The starry night skies and moon filled backdrop had just begun The constell...
Teresa Boardmana month ago
Searching Forever
Searching through woods in the early morn Shadows within my soul Untouched by the rising sun Where you taken? Did you run? Curtains flutter with the first breath of spring. Searching through time, mou...
Izzy Gallowaya month ago
I Am Not Elegant
I wasn't made to be elegant. Whoever created me didn't think that would be necessary They didn't think to give me long, slender legs They didn't think to give me a petite waste and high cheekbones The...
From Pain Comes Strength
In the midnight hour I think of how I’m a delicate flower. Something to be admired, truly inspired. I walk around with heart ache, and I wish that I was desired not by any and every man, but cautiousl...
Tiffany Harrya month ago
Take Action
Stand, Fall, Crawl Spin, Plunge, Soar Tumble, Fly, Dive Climb, Scratch, Release Dig, Crush, Plant Blossom, Wither, Bloom Push, Pull, Endure Try, Cry, or Fade Away Jump up, Stay down, Be Still Whisper,...
Jessika Lazala2 months ago
Taina
you can tell a lot about someone from their shoes. a good egg, a drifter, an artist. the shoes of this one scream in tongues, bellowing from deep in her gut. "help me!" they cried "i'm all alone, i ha...
Vocal Team2 months ago
Poets in Motion: Announcing Our Winners
National poetry month has come to a close, and Vocal’s Poets in Motion contest has ended with it! We asked our creators to submit their most artistic, emotional, or hilarious original poetry inspired ...
Tom Baker2 months ago
At Carnival
Gentle leaves blow across Autumn yards pale as bone grass crunched under boot, and acrid smoke belches from old barrels full of newspaper and dry twigs. Cold dust freezes in the lines of your face, ma...
Tom Baker2 months ago
The Bedroom
Sitting in the car listening to the Ramones was fun enough, --But now we’ve absconded to the bedroom That must be on wheels / Somewhere back of the trunk. And you’re lying naked on my lap / With tears...