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.
oskar
Poem Published
28th May 2023 4:31pm
28th May 2023 4:31pm
night club
Club nocturnal
In Bilbao, on a warm evening, he walked past a nightclub
walked in and had a beer; he could have gone to
a Guggenheim Museum and be culturally minded, absorb
and mention it later in a passing conversation, “the other
day at the Guggenheim.”
At the club, a group of people sat drinking affluent bubbly
wine, thinking it was champagne, the group laughed a lot
and apparently had a fine time, although, he thought they
were a bit frenzied about the fun
The people around the table didn’t look prosperous and
the women looked...
In Bilbao, on a warm evening, he walked past a nightclub
walked in and had a beer; he could have gone to
a Guggenheim Museum and be culturally minded, absorb
and mention it later in a passing conversation, “the other
day at the Guggenheim.”
At the club, a group of people sat drinking affluent bubbly
wine, thinking it was champagne, the group laughed a lot
and apparently had a fine time, although, he thought they
were a bit frenzied about the fun
The people around the table didn’t look prosperous and
the women looked...
#beauty
#apocalypse
#consumerism
#dance
#culture
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PAR
Poem Published
25th May 2023 9:23pm
25th May 2023 9:23pm
ELVIS
I know this is going to be a shock,
for some people,
but Elvis is dead.
That's why "crazy people"
should accept the facts at once
and move on.
How do I know Elvis is dead?
Because I am able to apply
the scientific methodology.
Now, I bet you will be asking yourself about
of the specificities of the scientific method,
and how it can be applied
to prove things based
on the facts we have at hand.
You were curious and want to know much more, right?
Well, bad luck my dears. ...
for some people,
but Elvis is dead.
That's why "crazy people"
should accept the facts at once
and move on.
How do I know Elvis is dead?
Because I am able to apply
the scientific methodology.
Now, I bet you will be asking yourself about
of the specificities of the scientific method,
and how it can be applied
to prove things based
on the facts we have at hand.
You were curious and want to know much more, right?
Well, bad luck my dears. ...
#science
#music
#dance
36 reads
4 Comments
averageJoe69
Ron Summers
Ron Summers
Poem Published
22nd May 2023 00:12am
22nd May 2023 00:12am
Pussy's kiss
#dance
#sexy
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oskar
Poem Published
18th May 2023 10:26am
18th May 2023 10:26am
s view of the ocean of print
A view of the ocean of print
On the night sky over Australia, among thousands of stars
the dog of hell appeared, killing the Aboriginal men
but a woman of the tribe slaughtered the dog, the men
were spared, as the legend says.
A beautiful story if not told right, but the dream is true.
Is London becoming a murder capital of the West?
The article had the face of black youth; surely an incident
or is the writer trying to tell us something?
The newspaper relates news from the Ukraine war and tells
of a new long-range rocket capable of...
On the night sky over Australia, among thousands of stars
the dog of hell appeared, killing the Aboriginal men
but a woman of the tribe slaughtered the dog, the men
were spared, as the legend says.
A beautiful story if not told right, but the dream is true.
Is London becoming a murder capital of the West?
The article had the face of black youth; surely an incident
or is the writer trying to tell us something?
The newspaper relates news from the Ukraine war and tells
of a new long-range rocket capable of...
#beauty
#consumerism
#art
#dance
#culture
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Dreamboy
Poem Published
15th May 2023 6:13am
15th May 2023 6:13am
creak
we danced like
bones
engraved against
heat
soot swirling
overhead
and the
forest
kept
creaking.
bones
engraved against
heat
soot swirling
overhead
and the
forest
kept
creaking.
#love
#monsters
#dance #horror
#dance #horror
58 reads
1 Comment
averageJoe69
Ron Summers
Ron Summers
Poem Published
15th May 2023 00:00am
15th May 2023 00:00am
Dream dancing
Dream dancing
Come sit on my lap, let me take you for a wheelchair dance, I know it's a strange request but I thought I'd take the chance
Wrap your arms around me so you don't fall on to the ground, I'll do my best to take my time as I spin the wheelchair round
Moving to the slow music, I promise it will be real fun, I'll glide you around the dance floor, until we greet the morning Sun
Feeling you so very close to me, would fulfil a poets wish, dancing with a Goddess, would truly be such bliss
Moving to the speed of the music, sometimes...
Come sit on my lap, let me take you for a wheelchair dance, I know it's a strange request but I thought I'd take the chance
Wrap your arms around me so you don't fall on to the ground, I'll do my best to take my time as I spin the wheelchair round
Moving to the slow music, I promise it will be real fun, I'll glide you around the dance floor, until we greet the morning Sun
Feeling you so very close to me, would fulfil a poets wish, dancing with a Goddess, would truly be such bliss
Moving to the speed of the music, sometimes...
#love
#dreams
#dance
148 reads
4 Comments
Rory
Poem Published
7th May 2023 2:25pm
7th May 2023 2:25pm
Rambler
New York, New York. A city that doesn't sleep.
Cruise through the Burroughs in my 18 jeep.
Emilias fine place to eat pork osso buco.
Meal was amazing three hundred tip out the door.
Roaming the city.
Enjoy the gritty.
No glam to hide it from light.
The beauty of ol New York at night.
Another morning come and gone.
Time for an old soul rambler to ramble on.
Cruise through the Burroughs in my 18 jeep.
Emilias fine place to eat pork osso buco.
Meal was amazing three hundred tip out the door.
Roaming the city.
Enjoy the gritty.
No glam to hide it from light.
The beauty of ol New York at night.
Another morning come and gone.
Time for an old soul rambler to ramble on.
#travel
#freedom
#dance
#meditation
#ThrillSeeking
41 reads
1 Comment
Gahddess_Worship
Poem Published
30th Apr 2023 8:18pm
30th Apr 2023 8:18pm
Where Flora, Fauna And Beneficent Humans Gather Part 3
Look! Here come the marching bands
requisite element of a proper parade
rhythmic, harmonious nomads of music
representing the college championship combatants, others summoned
by special invitation
high schools from across nation,
and far flung countries
all high-stepping to the drum beat
in perfect synchronization
presenting unique orchestrations
of lively tunes composed
perhaps by Sousa,
Queen, or Kool & The Gang
Mire los jinetes a caballo
prancing horses thrill the crowd
Andalusians and other breeds
their...
requisite element of a proper parade
rhythmic, harmonious nomads of music
representing the college championship combatants, others summoned
by special invitation
high schools from across nation,
and far flung countries
all high-stepping to the drum beat
in perfect synchronization
presenting unique orchestrations
of lively tunes composed
perhaps by Sousa,
Queen, or Kool & The Gang
Mire los jinetes a caballo
prancing horses thrill the crowd
Andalusians and other breeds
their...
#happiness
#horses
#music
#dance
#NaPoWriMo2023
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1 Comment
Viddax
Lord Viddax
Lord Viddax
Poem Published
28th Apr 2023 9:06pm
28th Apr 2023 9:06pm
Funk It - NaPoWriMo2023 #28
Funk feeds my soul
it is the fuel
that makes me whole
like no other tune can,
for it has a certain
zip and zang
with all that thang
so easy to love
and bop the box to the beat,
because only funk
makes me move my junk,
with guitar chords
on my heart strings
and the synth wave
of pleasure
such sounds brings
in symphonic sings.
it is the fuel
that makes me whole
like no other tune can,
for it has a certain
zip and zang
with all that thang
so easy to love
and bop the box to the beat,
because only funk
makes me move my junk,
with guitar chords
on my heart strings
and the synth wave
of pleasure
such sounds brings
in symphonic sings.
#music
#dance
#NaPoWriMo2023
65 reads
2 Comments
Betty
Poem Published
28th Apr 2023 4:29am
28th Apr 2023 4:29am
Slow songs
The bass drops
and in sequined,
sweating
desperation
the crowd throbs to
some fist-pumping
dance-club anthem
but I can’t seem
to find their beat,
because the moment
you touched me,
every song
became a slow song.
Our foreheads kiss
and the air between us
becomes a humid mist
melting our bodies
to each other
like a paper napkin
around a cold beer
My shoes stick to the
tacky floor, and the
bouncer flexes
at some angry
twat starting shit;...
and in sequined,
sweating
desperation
the crowd throbs to
some fist-pumping
dance-club anthem
but I can’t seem
to find their beat,
because the moment
you touched me,
every song
became a slow song.
Our foreheads kiss
and the air between us
becomes a humid mist
melting our bodies
to each other
like a paper napkin
around a cold beer
My shoes stick to the
tacky floor, and the
bouncer flexes
at some angry
twat starting shit;...
#love
#music
#dance #passion
#dance #passion
193 reads
17 Comments
jemac
Poem Published
26th Apr 2023 2:52pm
26th Apr 2023 2:52pm
Stilettos ( just for fun they said)
they waited for restless feet
born to dance
toe shoes with spiked heels
glamorous occasions
held in cities finest
how they ador(n)ed her
entrance(d) on the arm of her past love
made inches taller
she was the essence of glamor
once among the crowd
he would leave her
to her own devices
not to lose her in his sights
but to enjoy her even from
across the room
where she mingled so easily
to the rhythm
of corporate
confident in her shiny black
her toes always pointed
in...
born to dance
toe shoes with spiked heels
glamorous occasions
held in cities finest
how they ador(n)ed her
entrance(d) on the arm of her past love
made inches taller
she was the essence of glamor
once among the crowd
he would leave her
to her own devices
not to lose her in his sights
but to enjoy her even from
across the room
where she mingled so easily
to the rhythm
of corporate
confident in her shiny black
her toes always pointed
in...
#LifeAsAWriter
#dance
80 reads
8 Comments
Green_Arrow
Poem Published
21st Apr 2023 2:48am
21st Apr 2023 2:48am
At This One Premiere Party
At this one premiere
party for a new
movie, I saw this
ebony chick look
at me with a smile.
party for a new
movie, I saw this
ebony chick look
at me with a smile.
#women
#music
#fiction
#dialogue
#dance
59 reads
2 Comments
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