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.
Way Movement
Everything is a movement; we fail and we learn. Left and right is a lesson, either you coming are going. We all have inspiration, multiple styles, and desires that drive us to make and take action. I’ve always been inspired in the way we are created differently, how unique we are with our passion, dedicating to our purpose.
Diamond KingPublished 5 years ago in PoetsRise & Fall
The rise and fall The up, the down The inner battle returns It follows me, consumes me, It tries to tear me up from the inside out
Sarah FerreiraPublished 5 years ago in PoetsI Am
I am calm. Gliding on paper wings, A light rain, no hail, No wind. I am a city, Sky-scrapers, metal grey, smooth – Clean, unflinching
Emma SidnamPublished 5 years ago in PoetsJust Bird Talk
So I heard that Red robin Hasn't been rockin' Got caught up in the Tick tockin' Life Parrots are unemployed So I heard
Jonathan CostaPublished 5 years ago in PoetsThe One in the Mirror
Silence creates an impeccable noise. One that requires incredible poise. As some of you read this you understand our circumstances can create pain that destroys.
Latrell LevanduskiPublished 5 years ago in PoetsSpecial Education: Unconditional Love
I love myself for all the things I didn’t do didn’t complete didn’t excel in didn’t win didn’t fulfill... I love those parts of me because
Out of Love
This is what I remember from that rigid glance that put me in a trance. The shriek of Autumn's breeze. The roar of a thousand trees. But what is this that I miss about you so much. The tenderness of your kiss. The softness of your touch. So it seems so swift you move where street lights beam. You want more... so you search. Going out of my way hazardously, just to get you next to me... yet you run away from me like I am your enemy! Standing on my head. Dashing through the fire at the growl of a bear! Just to run the thicket of your hair. Oh... what to do after we lie together? Rumble for a feather. What to do when I wake up to you. Reach above to a hovering dove.
Darick JonesPublished 5 years ago in PoetsAnalytical
Never been to jail So why do I feel like a criminal? Wondering why the pain controls me like it’s subliminal. It crushes me way beyond critical.
Latrell LevanduskiPublished 5 years ago in Poets"I"
I love deeper than deep I move quicker than fast. I set my goals on my future, and I'm not held back by my past. Grew up with a mentality of if you’re not first
Latrell LevanduskiPublished 5 years ago in PoetsOne Last Hope
I am but a blighted tear, Flung from the sky, Rain, To fall to the ground, Absorbed, So no one can see my pain An instant,
Jason GiecekPublished 5 years ago in PoetsFiguring It Out
Try and figure out a time where water doesn’t win I recommend you figure out what makes the wild woman’s soul sing I hope you figure out how you take your coffee and how you prefer your wine
Nichole PerlbergPublished 5 years ago in PoetsGlo’d Up; Soul’d Out
sometimes I’d get lost in your brown eyes. I’d see white lies. It took me two and a half years to rid myself of you. It’ll take me seven years to renew.
Darling DJPublished 5 years ago in Poets