Poems About Dance Seeking Friendly Advice
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Poems about dance seeking friendly advice. Friendly advice and comments have been requested for these poems.
goldenmyst
Poem Published
28th Oct 2022 5:04am
28th Oct 2022 5:04am
My Gypsy Rose
My Gypsy Rose
The veil hangs over her dark eyes
Concealing the flames of her passion
I gaze at her hips swaying as the drums beat
Her dark thighs move in sensuous circles
As she moves like a cat through the smoky room
The men are all dazed by hookahs
As they sit cross-legged watching her
Their eyes hungry
Their obscene thoughts reflected in leers
Scheherazade rugs cover the floor
As I step with bare feet
through the sweet smoke of the hookahs
Serving these fattened calves
As they swill their liquor and drink in...
The veil hangs over her dark eyes
Concealing the flames of her passion
I gaze at her hips swaying as the drums beat
Her dark thighs move in sensuous circles
As she moves like a cat through the smoky room
The men are all dazed by hookahs
As they sit cross-legged watching her
Their eyes hungry
Their obscene thoughts reflected in leers
Scheherazade rugs cover the floor
As I step with bare feet
through the sweet smoke of the hookahs
Serving these fattened calves
As they swill their liquor and drink in...
#lust
#sex
#dance
#sensual
#seductive
376 reads
3 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
3rd Oct 2022 2:50pm
3rd Oct 2022 2:50pm
Basement Dancer
Basement Dancer
Basement stereo pumped
For the boom bass of psychedelic grunge
As naked Valkyrie screams to heaven for release
From the cycle of death and rebirth
She flashes her bottom for the webcam
as a Viking peace sign
She sends a crazy bolt of lightning
With her tesla fingers
From the crux of her Shangri la
To amp her vocal cords
When the walls thunder
Like the distortion
from...
Basement stereo pumped
For the boom bass of psychedelic grunge
As naked Valkyrie screams to heaven for release
From the cycle of death and rebirth
She flashes her bottom for the webcam
as a Viking peace sign
She sends a crazy bolt of lightning
With her tesla fingers
From the crux of her Shangri la
To amp her vocal cords
When the walls thunder
Like the distortion
from...
#erotic
#music
#dance
#sensual
#sexy
419 reads
2 Comments
dee_amethyst
pho3nix 999
pho3nix 999
Poem Published
20th Sep 2022 10:26pm
20th Sep 2022 10:26pm
Live Life Like It's Your Last Day.....
Fall in love or fall in hate
get inspired or be depressed
ace a test or flunk a class
make babies or make art
speak the truth or lie and cheat
dance on tables or sit in the corner
life is divine chaos. embrace it
forgive yourself.... (paused) BREATHE.....
and enjoy the Ride...
you only live once,
But if you work it right!!!, once is enough.....
get inspired or be depressed
ace a test or flunk a class
make babies or make art
speak the truth or lie and cheat
dance on tables or sit in the corner
life is divine chaos. embrace it
forgive yourself.... (paused) BREATHE.....
and enjoy the Ride...
you only live once,
But if you work it right!!!, once is enough.....
#freedom
#dance
251 reads
4 Comments
Haunted_Lunacy
Poem Published
7th Sep 2022 8:06am
7th Sep 2022 8:06am
The Dance Of The Narcissist
She laces up her shoes
and prepares to take the
stage.
She’s practiced it so many
times, this dance she did
create.
A dance to dazzle and impress,
her moves will wow them all,
but little do her patrons know,
each step is their downfall.
She’ll spin and twirl and
pirouette, she’ll tear them all
apart, and then for her grand
finale she will rip out all their
hearts, and when it’s done she’ll
take a bow for she cannot resist,
after all her dance is the best one,
the dance of the narcissist.
and prepares to take the
stage.
She’s practiced it so many
times, this dance she did
create.
A dance to dazzle and impress,
her moves will wow them all,
but little do her patrons know,
each step is their downfall.
She’ll spin and twirl and
pirouette, she’ll tear them all
apart, and then for her grand
finale she will rip out all their
hearts, and when it’s done she’ll
take a bow for she cannot resist,
after all her dance is the best one,
the dance of the narcissist.
#betrayal
#vanity
#dance
#manipulation
#deception
2395 reads
2 Comments
DevilsChild
Poem Published
30th Aug 2022 9:22am
30th Aug 2022 9:22am
Bad Pop Song
I hear the beat start to bump
way too loud for this kind of song
I think the out of tune
is why too autotune
but what do I know?
everyone shakes their hips on the dance floor
feeling alright
drinking till my vision is blurred
she's way too busy checking her phone
in the flashing lights
I see glimpses of her beauty
my date recites everyline
to some cringy pop song
I can't pretend
it sounds like trash to me
she grabs my hands
sways us back and forth
then kisses my lips
guess it...
way too loud for this kind of song
I think the out of tune
is why too autotune
but what do I know?
everyone shakes their hips on the dance floor
feeling alright
drinking till my vision is blurred
she's way too busy checking her phone
in the flashing lights
I see glimpses of her beauty
my date recites everyline
to some cringy pop song
I can't pretend
it sounds like trash to me
she grabs my hands
sways us back and forth
then kisses my lips
guess it...
#lust
#alcohol
#dance
376 reads
1 Comment
thewatcher33
Poem Published
2nd Aug 2022 1:50am
2nd Aug 2022 1:50am
Whining
Whining is an art form
it's part of who we are
so we born flinging waist
culturally it is innate
our rhythm and flow
our love and passions
skill and experiences
whining makes you feel things
releasing all your emotions
your worries and stressing
it's kissing and caressing
it's sweet tasting gyrations of
salacious intimate content
it's the perfect lover of music
whining make you do things ...
it's part of who we are
so we born flinging waist
culturally it is innate
our rhythm and flow
our love and passions
skill and experiences
whining makes you feel things
releasing all your emotions
your worries and stressing
it's kissing and caressing
it's sweet tasting gyrations of
salacious intimate content
it's the perfect lover of music
whining make you do things ...
#dance
2059 reads
0 Comments
veganpoet
Poem Published
26th Jul 2022 8:40pm
26th Jul 2022 8:40pm
Stardancers
When I was a poor boy
There was nothing to do
Now that you're my joy
You make me hungry for you
I'm just standing in the middle of the dance floor
Feeling rhythms caress my heart
And we take this chance
To visit the stars
Overwhelm me
With Love
There was nothing to do
Now that you're my joy
You make me hungry for you
I'm just standing in the middle of the dance floor
Feeling rhythms caress my heart
And we take this chance
To visit the stars
Overwhelm me
With Love
#happiness
#love
#inspirational
#stars
#dance
552 reads
1 Comment
oskar
Poem Published
1st May 2022 1:25pm
1st May 2022 1:25pm
home invasion
Home invasion
IKEA, the Swedish furniture giant
Is invading your home
Wherever you go homes look the same
all in pine and is a blend of office
and living room
A mother has put her daughter to bed
she sits by a computer and works
(No men in the IKEA world)
No books clutter the space, bookshelves
are for ornamental use a place for toys.
on the wall some friendly print
purposely abstract and tedious
There is no individual taste in a picture
of hygge, a unipolar world, will we drive
a Tesla next?
IKEA, the Swedish furniture giant
Is invading your home
Wherever you go homes look the same
all in pine and is a blend of office
and living room
A mother has put her daughter to bed
she sits by a computer and works
(No men in the IKEA world)
No books clutter the space, bookshelves
are for ornamental use a place for toys.
on the wall some friendly print
purposely abstract and tedious
There is no individual taste in a picture
of hygge, a unipolar world, will we drive
a Tesla next?
#music
#freedom
#art
#dance
#passion
288 reads
1 Comment
oskar
Poem Published
27th Apr 2022 11:28am
27th Apr 2022 11:28am
meeting Van Gogh edited
Meeting Van Gogh
The wheat field is blond as a German milkmaid.
Intense heat, in the shade of an olive tree
I saw a grumpy Van Gogh is glaring at me for
appearing in his painting.
My scooter is electric blue and doesn’t fit in.
Easy now, my painter, pretend it is a mule.
The vine, deep green or dark cerulean
soon bottles of liquid pleasure.
The road in your landscape is like a mamba
sneaking its way, killing rabbits blue.
The afternoon sun is fierce, sweat in my eyes
I fall among thistles, and Van Gogh smiles.
...
The wheat field is blond as a German milkmaid.
Intense heat, in the shade of an olive tree
I saw a grumpy Van Gogh is glaring at me for
appearing in his painting.
My scooter is electric blue and doesn’t fit in.
Easy now, my painter, pretend it is a mule.
The vine, deep green or dark cerulean
soon bottles of liquid pleasure.
The road in your landscape is like a mamba
sneaking its way, killing rabbits blue.
The afternoon sun is fierce, sweat in my eyes
I fall among thistles, and Van Gogh smiles.
...
#beauty
#consumerism
#art
#dance
#culture
247 reads
0 Comments
oskar
Poem Published
26th Apr 2022 10:26pm
26th Apr 2022 10:26pm
body obsession
Body obsession
Naked, I stood in front of the bathroom mirror
and asked are you sure this is you?
I’m a fat man with breasts and a big stomach but legs
thin as twigs on the almond tree.
I have diabetes, but that is no excuse, somehow
I eat too much
90% of my food intake is vegetables, not potatoes
no rice or bread, no beer most of the time, so how
could it come to this when what I like is banned?
I like whisky mixed with cold water before bedtime
and now I wait for the health brigade to tell me
Whisky is fattening, bad for the...
Naked, I stood in front of the bathroom mirror
and asked are you sure this is you?
I’m a fat man with breasts and a big stomach but legs
thin as twigs on the almond tree.
I have diabetes, but that is no excuse, somehow
I eat too much
90% of my food intake is vegetables, not potatoes
no rice or bread, no beer most of the time, so how
could it come to this when what I like is banned?
I like whisky mixed with cold water before bedtime
and now I wait for the health brigade to tell me
Whisky is fattening, bad for the...
#freedom
#art
#dance
#meditation
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
307 reads
1 Comment
goldenmyst
Poem Published
22nd Apr 2022 5:13am
22nd Apr 2022 5:13am
her heart a glass of haunted roses - a bourrée
her heart a glass of haunted roses - a bourrée
Her heart is a glass of haunted roses. Weatherworn Ellis Island faces rise like Lazarus from family memory books. Theirs is the immigrant waltz learned from grandparents who danced on the shores of America upon arrival.
In the society for the creative anachronism, the sweethearts are illuminated by the eternal flame of young love made light by the glow of fire dancers.
Rowena says, “I’m so glad you made it here my dear. Now let’s take a whirl around this place. They’re playing a galliard. That’s our...
Her heart is a glass of haunted roses. Weatherworn Ellis Island faces rise like Lazarus from family memory books. Theirs is the immigrant waltz learned from grandparents who danced on the shores of America upon arrival.
In the society for the creative anachronism, the sweethearts are illuminated by the eternal flame of young love made light by the glow of fire dancers.
Rowena says, “I’m so glad you made it here my dear. Now let’s take a whirl around this place. They’re playing a galliard. That’s our...
#love
#romantic
#dreams
#dance
#crush
375 reads
4 Comments
Gahddess_Worship
Poem Published
16th Apr 2022 5:58am
16th Apr 2022 5:58am
Flamenco
In fluid sensual journey
reaching skyward
pick fruit from branch
In cascading motion
pause at painted lips
arm descending
toward the ground
fruit escapes backhanded grasp
tossed gently backward
from guitar excited hips
black hair in tight chignon
adorned with large red flower
black eyes mesmerize
radiant gems shimmer
In visage stern, impassioned
crimson tight fitted dress
ruffles to the floor
moves in waves frenetic
to the strums of gypsy chords
feet stomp as if ablaze
energy flows ...
reaching skyward
pick fruit from branch
In cascading motion
pause at painted lips
arm descending
toward the ground
fruit escapes backhanded grasp
tossed gently backward
from guitar excited hips
black hair in tight chignon
adorned with large red flower
black eyes mesmerize
radiant gems shimmer
In visage stern, impassioned
crimson tight fitted dress
ruffles to the floor
moves in waves frenetic
to the strums of gypsy chords
feet stomp as if ablaze
energy flows ...
#happiness
#LifeStruggles
#music
#dance
#hurt
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1 Comment
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