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.
Dance with Me *second in a series*
Dance with me on the knife edge of life,
cling to me on a razor's edge,
cleaving darkness and light,
Let us pirouette in the face of death,
choosing life with our very next steps,
should you stumble and miss your step,
should you fall, I will fall with you
and with our scars,
we will dance to the music of the stars,
changing the world forever
with the rhythm of our dreaming
cling to me on a razor's edge,
cleaving darkness and light,
Let us pirouette in the face of death,
choosing life with our very next steps,
should you stumble and miss your step,
should you fall, I will fall with you
and with our scars,
we will dance to the music of the stars,
changing the world forever
with the rhythm of our dreaming
#dance
#love
#rebirth
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Body music
There's something
in the streets
that give you free
lessons unfound
in public schools
and rustic old
textbooks,
where neon lights
baptise your face
in different colours
as night skies
weave it's own
attitude from
pinned up
stars.
There's something
in the streets
where you meet
those rare few angels
wearing filthy wings
and dark halos round
their sunken eyelids
entering small pubs,
adandoned buildings
that...
in the streets
that give you free
lessons unfound
in public schools
and rustic old
textbooks,
where neon lights
baptise your face
in different colours
as night skies
weave it's own
attitude from
pinned up
stars.
There's something
in the streets
where you meet
those rare few angels
wearing filthy wings
and dark halos round
their sunken eyelids
entering small pubs,
adandoned buildings
that...
#city
#dance
#dark
#gothic
#music
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Unlaced
A soirée of the misguided
A mingle of minds
Tellers of bold
And prancers of shine
Absorbing the vibe
In the melodic rile
Flowered headdresses
And seventies style
Flashy and garish
Fabrics in tweed
psychedelics a plenty
And so is the weed
Carefree with whimsy
Exhaling the earth
Pleasure the moments
Brimming with mirth
Dance as the wind blows
and treasure the while
Live by the wisdom
That leaven’s the aisle
Wash the path of all hindrance
That stifles vibration ...
A mingle of minds
Tellers of bold
And prancers of shine
Absorbing the vibe
In the melodic rile
Flowered headdresses
And seventies style
Flashy and garish
Fabrics in tweed
psychedelics a plenty
And so is the weed
Carefree with whimsy
Exhaling the earth
Pleasure the moments
Brimming with mirth
Dance as the wind blows
and treasure the while
Live by the wisdom
That leaven’s the aisle
Wash the path of all hindrance
That stifles vibration ...
#art
#dance
#freedom #music
#freedom #music
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The beer
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#dance
#sexy
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Morning Dance At the Coffee Shop
Morning Dance At the Coffee Shop
Guitar curves
Of her ballerina legato movements
On an air for the G String
With the flowering in her steps
A firebird dance for the rites of spring
That shine in the morning light of her eyes
When her leotards are snug
As the halo of Venus
At the twinkle of dawn
With the cracking of her smile
Like a dark fissure in the ice
Of the Jovian moon, Europa
Guitar curves
Of her ballerina legato movements
On an air for the G String
With the flowering in her steps
A firebird dance for the rites of spring
That shine in the morning light of her eyes
When her leotards are snug
As the halo of Venus
At the twinkle of dawn
With the cracking of her smile
Like a dark fissure in the ice
Of the Jovian moon, Europa
#beauty
#dance
#happiness
#sensual
#women
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The Ballerina
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...
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...
#dance
#fiction
#loneliness
#success
#satirical
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DANCE NAKED, I SAY
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#dance
#erotic
#rhyming #sex
#rhyming #sex
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hypnotize
mesmerizing, hypnotizing
bringing out the minxy
I feel the music, it washes over me
tiptoeing through the beats
until I start to move
thumping with the bass
it is intoxicating
moving in tempo with the rhythm
escalating in the moment
it feels good just to be
mania spins in and out
I love the feeling
tic toc and swing
pursuing the bars
climbing the notes
in beat with the music
I take a minute to enjoy myself
it may seem silly but sometimes its necessary
just to be happy
I...
bringing out the minxy
I feel the music, it washes over me
tiptoeing through the beats
until I start to move
thumping with the bass
it is intoxicating
moving in tempo with the rhythm
escalating in the moment
it feels good just to be
mania spins in and out
I love the feeling
tic toc and swing
pursuing the bars
climbing the notes
in beat with the music
I take a minute to enjoy myself
it may seem silly but sometimes its necessary
just to be happy
I...
#dance
#music
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lullaby gentlemen and goodbye maidens
in the chiming of the midnight hours
the white ghost of your eyes floats
in the West Wing Ballroom
everyone dances.
the wind dances in the hours and the touch
of the chime erases memories
destroys hopes and desires
causes some yawns.
the white ghost tries to get attention
of other no less ghosts
that float over the drinking cups
deaf ghosts of oblivion.
elegant cut dresses sparkling dust
of forgotten furniture leaning against the wall
all diners float around
like the white towels...
the white ghost of your eyes floats
in the West Wing Ballroom
everyone dances.
the wind dances in the hours and the touch
of the chime erases memories
destroys hopes and desires
causes some yawns.
the white ghost tries to get attention
of other no less ghosts
that float over the drinking cups
deaf ghosts of oblivion.
elegant cut dresses sparkling dust
of forgotten furniture leaning against the wall
all diners float around
like the white towels...
#art
#dance
#love
#music
#sadness
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Resilient like Ceekaih: A Poem
In the echoes of a turbulent past, I bounce back, elastic,
Living with a lively spirit, never fragile or drastic.
Spirited and bouncy, like a springy force of will,
Whippy in resilience, I endure, I fulfill.
Adaptable and resourceful, in every twist and turn,
Robust and tenacious, lessons learned and earned.
Durable through trials, flexible yet strong,
Sturdy in resolve, where I belong.
I'm adaptive, sustainable in life's intricate dance,
Tough and pliable, finding strength in every chance.
Vulnerable yet tolerant, supportive of...
Living with a lively spirit, never fragile or drastic.
Spirited and bouncy, like a springy force of will,
Whippy in resilience, I endure, I fulfill.
Adaptable and resourceful, in every twist and turn,
Robust and tenacious, lessons learned and earned.
Durable through trials, flexible yet strong,
Sturdy in resolve, where I belong.
I'm adaptive, sustainable in life's intricate dance,
Tough and pliable, finding strength in every chance.
Vulnerable yet tolerant, supportive of...
#CallToAction
#dance
#lyrics #music
#lyrics #music
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Hands and Mouth
In fervent clasp and whispers soft,
your craft does speak its worth,
with hands that dance in earnest toil,
and voice that births mirth.
Yet, 'neath the sheen of flawless guise,
doth lie the artist's truth,
for passion's fire and effort's sweat
oft mar the work's smooth youth.
The hands, though skilled,
may falter 'neath the weight of perfect aim,
and mouth, though clear, might waver
as if caught in silent claim.
Perfection's chase is noble,
yet in its stern, exacting breath,
lies the risk of...
your craft does speak its worth,
with hands that dance in earnest toil,
and voice that births mirth.
Yet, 'neath the sheen of flawless guise,
doth lie the artist's truth,
for passion's fire and effort's sweat
oft mar the work's smooth youth.
The hands, though skilled,
may falter 'neath the weight of perfect aim,
and mouth, though clear, might waver
as if caught in silent claim.
Perfection's chase is noble,
yet in its stern, exacting breath,
lies the risk of...
#art
#dance
#lust
#passion
#sex
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Discovering self-love in coffee foam
In the great theater of life a lone man stands,
married to himself, in self-embrace he united.
Oh, joyful life, such a bright masquerade,
however, behind the mask misery escapes.
Ode to the joy of foam:
When the dawn light breaks, laughter in the air,
children play freely without a single care.
The warm pulse of love, a comforting embrace,
in the cradle of simplicity the tender grace of life.
The Agony of Coffee:
But behold! The skies darken, the storms are fierce,
man stumbles and falls as sorrows pierce. ...
married to himself, in self-embrace he united.
Oh, joyful life, such a bright masquerade,
however, behind the mask misery escapes.
Ode to the joy of foam:
When the dawn light breaks, laughter in the air,
children play freely without a single care.
The warm pulse of love, a comforting embrace,
in the cradle of simplicity the tender grace of life.
The Agony of Coffee:
But behold! The skies darken, the storms are fierce,
man stumbles and falls as sorrows pierce. ...
#confessional
#dance
#loneliness
#myself
#tragedy
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