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.
The Thornbush
The winds of Summer Solstice gently blow across her face, As she sits amidst the mighty oak, and feels the suns embrace. The Maiden says goodbye to spring with a hand held to her heart,
Lori BriziusPublished 5 years ago in PoetsThe Pleasure of Motion
From the moment we are born Kicking and screaming We move. In one way or another We are expected to move. Pushed through school
Asha BoothPublished 5 years ago in PoetsMama
She rests at the edge of the trees Two fawns stick close, spotted and wobbly Ears sticking up just barely Two small lives she's protecting
Christie McNabbPublished 5 years ago in PoetsSleeping with the Enemy
Where earlier there was confession There now lies a sleeping love His eyelashes pressed against my arm His breath heavy against my side
Christie McNabbPublished 5 years ago in PoetsYour Destiny Awaits You
Over the sky, there are clouds. Clouds that can rain over big crowds. Over these crowds, there are umbrellas. Umbrellas that can mask a vast amount of young fellas.
Home
Celluloid silver, flickering brightly Friends who've come to stay Never leaving, warm embracing They'll make tolerable every day
Kristi LewisPublished 5 years ago in Poets18+
He hates himself And gets everything but He lives with a guilt He's down in a rut He smiles and laughs and that emanates to all
Matt RiveraPublished 5 years ago in PoetsWho Is My Neighbour?
I couldn't care less about where you're from I don't care what language you speak See If you have an accent Every day of the week
Jonathan CostaPublished 5 years ago in PoetsLook at Me
Look at my face. What do you see? Big brown eyes? Pinkish full lips? Clear skin? I look in the mirror, what do I see?
Tori EnamoradoPublished 5 years ago in PoetsMother of Mine
You can claim That they are all the same Or try to compete like a game Who has the best mom But there's only one name That comes to my brain
Jonathan CostaPublished 5 years ago in PoetsMixed Breed
Melting pots supposedly Mix differences into only one thing Humans are more complex than that Melting pot societies Breed multicultural entities
Jonathan CostaPublished 5 years ago in PoetsBurning
Your touch is a warmth that shoots through every vein every nerve my hands, always cold start to sweat but you let me go
madison murrayPublished 5 years ago in Poets