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.
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
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...
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
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...
you can tell a lot about someone from their shoes.
a good egg,
the shoes of this one
scream in tongues,
bellowing from deep in her gut.
"help me!" they cried
"i'm all alone, i ha...
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 ...
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...
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...