Dance Poems
#dance
Dance poems, here you'll find poetry about dance and dancing. Poems about feeling and moving rhythmically to music, from watching ballet to feeling the heat on the dance floor. Poems about sensual partner dancing, creative expression through dance and movement, and letting go and dancing all night.
Wafflenose
Ellie
Ellie
Poem Published
11th Apr 2025 10:31pm
11th Apr 2025 10:31pm
Homophonically speaking
Do you remember those days that past in a daze;
those nights when, like a knight, you swept me up in your arms?
After dessert, we'd watch as our friends would desert the dance floor.
We whirled around, you and me, alone in our own little world.
It didn't take two too much effort to tango back in those days -
through our youth, when we threw our most elaborate moves.
Our hearts and souls connected through the soles of our feet.
Here and now, I hear that familiar musical strain, curling around my ears
and I wonder whether we could weather an impromptu...
those nights when, like a knight, you swept me up in your arms?
After dessert, we'd watch as our friends would desert the dance floor.
We whirled around, you and me, alone in our own little world.
It didn't take two too much effort to tango back in those days -
through our youth, when we threw our most elaborate moves.
Our hearts and souls connected through the soles of our feet.
Here and now, I hear that familiar musical strain, curling around my ears
and I wonder whether we could weather an impromptu...
#dance
#love
#memories #nostalgia
#memories #nostalgia
83 reads
4 Comments
Tallen
earth_empath
earth_empath
Poem Published
11th Apr 2025 2:06pm
11th Apr 2025 2:06pm
Locomote
11/30
Locomote
a family of five
adults strutting “ en pointe “
the young, miniatures
giving playful chase
Our early morning walk
Me for light impact exercise
Them, I assume, looking
Bugs, worms, whatever
Reminded me of a Tap Dancer
who had not yet donned
metal plates
rendering them silent taps
tapping
This morning, one adult
flew high and very quick
never knew (or seen)
a Quail could Fly like that
61 unique words
Locomote
a family of five
adults strutting “ en pointe “
the young, miniatures
giving playful chase
Our early morning walk
Me for light impact exercise
Them, I assume, looking
Bugs, worms, whatever
Reminded me of a Tap Dancer
who had not yet donned
metal plates
rendering them silent taps
tapping
This morning, one adult
flew high and very quick
never knew (or seen)
a Quail could Fly like that
61 unique words
#birds
#dance
#morning
73 reads
2 Comments
Liziantus-Marantus
Poem Published
3rd Apr 2025 11:05am
3rd Apr 2025 11:05am
Playing The Piano
The piano's keys made a noise.
That sounded like a lullaby,a voice.
As the hand went through the piano.
And it played their own song.
The melody was serene.
Peaceful,and very long.
Everyone clapped as they began to play.
Everybody listened and began to sway.
May I play with you,if I may?
Or hear your song someday?
Figures began to dance in your mind.
Your stress disappear as you unwind.
And the music became images,illusions.
Real,or in your head.
They become stories,that people will tell when you are...
That sounded like a lullaby,a voice.
As the hand went through the piano.
And it played their own song.
The melody was serene.
Peaceful,and very long.
Everyone clapped as they began to play.
Everybody listened and began to sway.
May I play with you,if I may?
Or hear your song someday?
Figures began to dance in your mind.
Your stress disappear as you unwind.
And the music became images,illusions.
Real,or in your head.
They become stories,that people will tell when you are...
#dance
#happiness
#hope
#music
#uplifting
35 reads
0 Comments
SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
1st Apr 2025 2:26am
1st Apr 2025 2:26am
Mmm... Closer My Love
The magnetic pull sending my essence to you filling your lungs
Passion on the run, desire felt past the rising sun
My mind, my soul as you sail into my wet sunken treasure and then thrust so deep
The heat of your core urging me on with a passionate leap
The taste of my mind searching, savoring, feasting, our bodies making its own carnal song all night long
Desires interlocking, as bodies cajoling on
On a sumptuous flow of honey, hunger consumes my flesh
Left and...
Passion on the run, desire felt past the rising sun
My mind, my soul as you sail into my wet sunken treasure and then thrust so deep
The heat of your core urging me on with a passionate leap
The taste of my mind searching, savoring, feasting, our bodies making its own carnal song all night long
Desires interlocking, as bodies cajoling on
On a sumptuous flow of honey, hunger consumes my flesh
Left and...
#dance
#lover
#mythology
#passion
#water
238 reads
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
31st Mar 2025 9:28pm
31st Mar 2025 9:28pm
At The Ballet
Connie was only six when she was discovered gazing at a dead rat by Madame Jenny Taylor
Madame once assoluta at the Ivaninski's, informed the Linguses that the child was to be her pupil
Long years of study began in her ballet school above a row of shops
Connie first came before the public as a peasant girl in Giselle, ou Les Wilis, devised by Madame to display her students abilities
Her life was rather dull and monotonous
She became aware of what real ballet was when Madame took her to one of Anya Neeze innumerable farewell performances
Eventually she was allowed...
Madame once assoluta at the Ivaninski's, informed the Linguses that the child was to be her pupil
Long years of study began in her ballet school above a row of shops
Connie first came before the public as a peasant girl in Giselle, ou Les Wilis, devised by Madame to display her students abilities
Her life was rather dull and monotonous
She became aware of what real ballet was when Madame took her to one of Anya Neeze innumerable farewell performances
Eventually she was allowed...
#dance
#fiction
#loneliness
#ShortStory
#success
103 reads
6 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
10th Mar 2025 10:18pm
10th Mar 2025 10:18pm
Mirror Tango Twists of Kitty & Fang the Clown
Mirror Tango Twists of Kitty & Fang the Clown
(Concept by Dan Stafford
& Dialogue by John Hindle)
Kitty and Joke live in an alternate universe on the other side of a set of fun house mirrors in a creepy carnival.
Kitty tells Joke, “Hey this place is creepy, like the fun house mirrors at the amusement park I went too as a kid. The reflections in the looking glasses look like my multiple personalities.”
“Who are those other ladies in your psyche?”
“Let me introduce...
(Concept by Dan Stafford
& Dialogue by John Hindle)
Kitty and Joke live in an alternate universe on the other side of a set of fun house mirrors in a creepy carnival.
Kitty tells Joke, “Hey this place is creepy, like the fun house mirrors at the amusement park I went too as a kid. The reflections in the looking glasses look like my multiple personalities.”
“Who are those other ladies in your psyche?”
“Let me introduce...
#dance
#funny
#gothic
#romantic
#seductive
156 reads
0 Comments
crimsin
Unveiling
Unveiling
Poem Published
18th Feb 2025 3:55pm
18th Feb 2025 3:55pm
the beauty of movement
enterig this reamiy my entroutage proceeds me
with a beautiful offering to Him
they have perfected the art of gesture
they can convey a feeling with a look
I've learned many secrets of the unviverese
grave sexcrets no to tell
some are not made to know such things
or others are unready
I a deep shame when I am corrected
it was bad day yesterdey
he promises I will learn
the beautiful silence
and a heart that burns with psassion to serve
doing so with joy and gratiude
my entougage aprrpoached ...
with a beautiful offering to Him
they have perfected the art of gesture
they can convey a feeling with a look
I've learned many secrets of the unviverese
grave sexcrets no to tell
some are not made to know such things
or others are unready
I a deep shame when I am corrected
it was bad day yesterdey
he promises I will learn
the beautiful silence
and a heart that burns with psassion to serve
doing so with joy and gratiude
my entougage aprrpoached ...
#dance
#love
161 reads
5 Comments
Glaxian
Poem Published
3rd Feb 2025 00:07am
3rd Feb 2025 00:07am
Existential View
Largely the troubles of this life
Burning fires of struggle and strife
In this life, there seems to be time
Between the start and finish line
Delusion feeding illusion
Everyone always dies alone
Is it music or just a tone
Dancing to the rhythm of life
Celebration of no real strife
Forever living in this time
One moment it's all on the line
Jubilation of exaltation
Realizing you're never alone
Legacy built on a milestone
Everybody is the same
But from various viewpoints
Burning fires of struggle and strife
In this life, there seems to be time
Between the start and finish line
Delusion feeding illusion
Everyone always dies alone
Is it music or just a tone
Dancing to the rhythm of life
Celebration of no real strife
Forever living in this time
One moment it's all on the line
Jubilation of exaltation
Realizing you're never alone
Legacy built on a milestone
Everybody is the same
But from various viewpoints
#dance
#mirror
#philosophical
#shadows
#TruthOfLife
123 reads
5 Comments
a_methyste
hlightdroid
hlightdroid
Poem Published
30th Jan 2025 8:13pm
30th Jan 2025 8:13pm
African beat
In the afternoon
I found all these suggestions.
Everywhere reaching for my sight.
It left me thinking.
I do not feel like loosing weight,
I would rather dance
In an African beat.
With a burning indian scent
Around the fire.
It is why I am here.
To play?
It is beautiful to let me go in trance!
I found all these suggestions.
Everywhere reaching for my sight.
It left me thinking.
I do not feel like loosing weight,
I would rather dance
In an African beat.
With a burning indian scent
Around the fire.
It is why I am here.
To play?
It is beautiful to let me go in trance!
#dance
#lyrics
93 reads
2 Comments
Pinkdreams
Poem Published
26th Jan 2025 10:34pm
26th Jan 2025 10:34pm
Old Dancing Girls
They congregate at the side of the stage
in the two thousand seat venue
dancing
without a care
There are too many cares in the world
Los Angeles incinerating
Blizzards in Florida
An unhinged, dangerous president
Hundreds more I could list
Thousands
The old dancing girls have divorces
Double digit dress sizes
Wrinkles
Financial problems
Arthritis
Cancer remissions
Cancer recurrences
One lost her beloved 90-year-old mother
two months ago
Followed by...
in the two thousand seat venue
dancing
without a care
There are too many cares in the world
Los Angeles incinerating
Blizzards in Florida
An unhinged, dangerous president
Hundreds more I could list
Thousands
The old dancing girls have divorces
Double digit dress sizes
Wrinkles
Financial problems
Arthritis
Cancer remissions
Cancer recurrences
One lost her beloved 90-year-old mother
two months ago
Followed by...
#aging
#dance
#uplifting
184 reads
8 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
20th Jan 2025 1:41pm
20th Jan 2025 1:41pm
What I didn't see on TV
If this woman is bald
and that man does braids
stop shitting and join the dance.
The rhythm pulses, bodies move
eyes meet, smiles meet.
In the center of the track the energy grows
arms rise, feet glide,
the sound envelops, the soul is freed.
Every step is a story told
each turn is a moment lived.
Dance unites, transforms and transcends
and in the end we are all one.
Lights flicker, shadows lengthen,
fragmented moments in time,
the harmony of a silent symphony.
Feet that stumble, hearts...
and that man does braids
stop shitting and join the dance.
The rhythm pulses, bodies move
eyes meet, smiles meet.
In the center of the track the energy grows
arms rise, feet glide,
the sound envelops, the soul is freed.
Every step is a story told
each turn is a moment lived.
Dance unites, transforms and transcends
and in the end we are all one.
Lights flicker, shadows lengthen,
fragmented moments in time,
the harmony of a silent symphony.
Feet that stumble, hearts...
#acceptance
#dance
#emotions
#healing
#relationships
86 reads
4 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
17th Jan 2025 2:03pm
17th Jan 2025 2:03pm
Keep it alive
Love, in its essence, is an eternal flame
burning bright through the corridors of time.
In the quiet moments it whispers secrets
shared between souls like the rustling of leaves.
It is the meeting of hearts, unspoken understanding.
A gentle touch that speaks louder than words.
Love transcends the physical, reaching into the depths
binding us together in an unbreakable bond.
It is the comfort in the storm, a refuge.
The silent strength that holds us when we falter.
In its presence we find our truest selves.
Reflected...
burning bright through the corridors of time.
In the quiet moments it whispers secrets
shared between souls like the rustling of leaves.
It is the meeting of hearts, unspoken understanding.
A gentle touch that speaks louder than words.
Love transcends the physical, reaching into the depths
binding us together in an unbreakable bond.
It is the comfort in the storm, a refuge.
The silent strength that holds us when we falter.
In its presence we find our truest selves.
Reflected...
#art
#dance
#happiness
#kindness
#love
160 reads
8 Comments
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