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.

Environmental Society
*This is a palindrome poem—read every line until the end, then read every line going back up. The Environment It does not matter to us, but what does is Ourselves. Money. People. We could not care les...
xandra 4 days ago
Ask Her to Know
giddy and giggly cheeky and kind these are all the things that i keep locked up tight inside; whenever i see you my face gets all flushed i cannot help but blush and hide my head inside my desk. your ...
Kelsey Paulina8 days ago
Defunct
Charred thumbnails, scorched eyelashes, an anesthetized heart, and a brain coated with a thick layer of balloon static. Goodnight.
Andrea Jardine20 days ago
Her Dark Night
Her descent into darkness Was slow and fast Building up steadily From childhood She hid pieces within herself Buried so deep She forgot they were there But they burrowed And festered And took over her...
M A a month ago
Woman in White
The grass stands tall, together. Each strand strong, unwavering in the winds. Unmoved by the rays from the sky. Untouched by the hands of the people. Moving as one. Sure of its purpose. Only when the ...
Matthew Mikituk3 months 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 Boardman3 months 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 Galloway3 months 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...
Chiara Carpenter 3 months ago
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...