Poems About Dance Seeking Honest Critique
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Poems about dance seeking honest critique. Honest feedback has been requested for these poems.
Gahddess_Worship
Poem Published
19th Apr 2024 8:48am
19th Apr 2024 8:48am
Homage to Modern Minstrel Philosophers - Contemporary Sage
My first encounter
with Natalie
was watching her
appearance
on a late night talk show
She sang so beautifully
in her sonorous,
silky alto.
Lithely dancing
to the rhythm,
arms extended, undulating,
hands moving
in Hula or
Flamenco-like
motions.
A one sided romance
began to bud.
Dare I say?
I fell in love
with this free-spirited
songstress
and her captivating performance.
Her music teaches me
to pay more attention
to the human condition.
To do what I can to lighten...
with Natalie
was watching her
appearance
on a late night talk show
She sang so beautifully
in her sonorous,
silky alto.
Lithely dancing
to the rhythm,
arms extended, undulating,
hands moving
in Hula or
Flamenco-like
motions.
A one sided romance
began to bud.
Dare I say?
I fell in love
with this free-spirited
songstress
and her captivating performance.
Her music teaches me
to pay more attention
to the human condition.
To do what I can to lighten...
#dance
#gratitude
#kindness
#music
#women
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Kinkwizard_95
Poem Published
1st Apr 2024 4:33pm
1st Apr 2024 4:33pm
Party season has officially begun
Last night was intense
Bright lights and much suspense
Smiles and laughter
Dancing forever after
Old friends and many new
Dreams awaiting to pursue
I was back among my youth
Cousin smashin’ it in the dj booth
Girls bringing that feminine mystique
Boys grinning from cheek to cheek
What a night, what a ride
My glee I truly can’t hide
I had everyone bopping
Grooving and rocking
The beats were the best
Put my moves to the test
I feel ecstatic, revived
Goddamn it, I feel alive!
...
Bright lights and much suspense
Smiles and laughter
Dancing forever after
Old friends and many new
Dreams awaiting to pursue
I was back among my youth
Cousin smashin’ it in the dj booth
Girls bringing that feminine mystique
Boys grinning from cheek to cheek
What a night, what a ride
My glee I truly can’t hide
I had everyone bopping
Grooving and rocking
The beats were the best
Put my moves to the test
I feel ecstatic, revived
Goddamn it, I feel alive!
...
#happiness
#myself
#dance #NaPoWriMo2024
#dance #NaPoWriMo2024
139 reads
5 Comments
smackdownraven
Poem Published
17th Feb 2024 4:34am
17th Feb 2024 4:34am
Odd Girl
I was an awkward girl with no balance
a little too fat to wear a tutu
my grandma said too heavy for my toes
my mother put me in ballet
said it woud teach me grace
as my grand plies looked pitiful
and my dance so mournful
light blue leotard and stockings
on a chubby little wretch
my poor mother
I felt for her, I was happier up in a tree
playing Jane of the jungle
and dreaming of my future
the sun setting on my back
the sky open
far away from that stuffy little studio
where I learned grace...
a little too fat to wear a tutu
my grandma said too heavy for my toes
my mother put me in ballet
said it woud teach me grace
as my grand plies looked pitiful
and my dance so mournful
light blue leotard and stockings
on a chubby little wretch
my poor mother
I felt for her, I was happier up in a tree
playing Jane of the jungle
and dreaming of my future
the sun setting on my back
the sky open
far away from that stuffy little studio
where I learned grace...
#dance
137 reads
3 Comments
Green_Arrow
Poem Published
4th Jan 2024 8:47pm
4th Jan 2024 8:47pm
Spotted Her Dad Sitting Shocked
Zendaya went to
work at a nightclub, stripped and
joined Nicole on bathtub stage.
That was before she
spotted her dad sitting shocked
in the nightclub audience.
work at a nightclub, stripped and
joined Nicole on bathtub stage.
That was before she
spotted her dad sitting shocked
in the nightclub audience.
#father
#corruption
#fiction
#dance
#sensual
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cabcool
Poem Published
4th Jan 2024 2:48am
4th Jan 2024 2:48am
iamb a trochaic anapaest
an anapaestic dance
[No. 9 from The Children’s Collection]
“We are members of a vast cosmic orchestra, in which each living
instrument is essential to the complementary and harmonious playing
of the whole.”―J. Boone
how the whoosh of the wind and the splash of the sea
have conjured to construct an orchestra for me,
and the whisper of raindrops―again-and-again drops―
are sounding as grand as the band on the stand!
all the birds i have heard make a...
[No. 9 from The Children’s Collection]
“We are members of a vast cosmic orchestra, in which each living
instrument is essential to the complementary and harmonious playing
of the whole.”―J. Boone
how the whoosh of the wind and the splash of the sea
have conjured to construct an orchestra for me,
and the whisper of raindrops―again-and-again drops―
are sounding as grand as the band on the stand!
all the birds i have heard make a...
#animals
#birds
#nature
#music
#dance
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cabcool
Poem Published
1st Dec 2023 2:53am
1st Dec 2023 2:53am
sax dance
I made the tenor sax—there’s nobody plays like me and I
don’t play like anybody else.”—Coleman Hawkins
and when he kissed the saxophone,
she screamed like molten brass,
her unctuous passions left undone
by his tongue-teasing sass.
to every button that he touched,
she sang a different song;
and every key-point that he clutched
inflated her sarong.
all kinds of jazzy curtain calls
made rich the evening’s fare:
no instrument e’er thus enthralls ...
don’t play like anybody else.”—Coleman Hawkins
and when he kissed the saxophone,
she screamed like molten brass,
her unctuous passions left undone
by his tongue-teasing sass.
to every button that he touched,
she sang a different song;
and every key-point that he clutched
inflated her sarong.
all kinds of jazzy curtain calls
made rich the evening’s fare:
no instrument e’er thus enthralls ...
#erotic
#music
#MyInspiration
#dance
#seductive
168 reads
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cabcool
Poem Published
29th Oct 2023 3:38am
29th Oct 2023 3:38am
ó ó dancing ó ó
Dancing is the poetry of the foot.”—John Dryden
if you find me dancing,
chances are i've found my happiness,
arabesque romancing,
fleet feet kissing floors with wantonness.
your sweet laugh, the music,
as your heart the metronomic pulse,
though a fragile yardstick
for to measure how my dreams...
if you find me dancing,
chances are i've found my happiness,
arabesque romancing,
fleet feet kissing floors with wantonness.
your sweet laugh, the music,
as your heart the metronomic pulse,
though a fragile yardstick
for to measure how my dreams...
#romantic
#ILoveYou
#FallingInLove
#UnrequitedLove
#dance
231 reads
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Nizana
Lauryn
Lauryn
Poem Published
12th Oct 2023 12:41pm
12th Oct 2023 12:41pm
All Burns Haiku
Flesh lusts for beauty.
Shared dances learned in childhood.
All burns in the end.
Shared dances learned in childhood.
All burns in the end.
#lust
#childhood
#dance
201 reads
1 Comment
ImperfectedStone
The Gardener
The Gardener
Poem Published
8th Oct 2023 1:11pm
8th Oct 2023 1:11pm
Top Floor
We spin
in the continuum of nothingness,
as if faded
and music is more blood than pulse,
more brain than bone.
I watch a fly -
he crawls the deep blue wall
above our heads where projected
are streams of inconsistent neon light,
hone in on piano notes
between bass, and buzz,
the three, four, eight, sixteen of it,
let my hips do the talking,
eating, coiling around the banquet of all of it,
every person, every glass, every mirror.
She sways
as if no one ever told her
no one fuck cares,
no one is...
in the continuum of nothingness,
as if faded
and music is more blood than pulse,
more brain than bone.
I watch a fly -
he crawls the deep blue wall
above our heads where projected
are streams of inconsistent neon light,
hone in on piano notes
between bass, and buzz,
the three, four, eight, sixteen of it,
let my hips do the talking,
eating, coiling around the banquet of all of it,
every person, every glass, every mirror.
She sways
as if no one ever told her
no one fuck cares,
no one is...
#night
#music
#dance
150 reads
0 Comments
MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
3rd Aug 2023 1:19pm
3rd Aug 2023 1:19pm
Jam Pants
I have much love for supermoons
And all their moonbeam gold
Which I would wear like pantaloons...
If I were not so old.
Gold pantaloons would make the man,
If any garment could,
Since ladies couldn't help but scan
For pantaloon gold wood...
Straining all the pantaloon seams
Like man wood always does
Or like the gold in lunar beams
And light years with a buzz...
Going the distance like the streams
Of brilliance from the moon
Illuminating all the dreams...
Of garments to lampoon!
And all their moonbeam gold
Which I would wear like pantaloons...
If I were not so old.
Gold pantaloons would make the man,
If any garment could,
Since ladies couldn't help but scan
For pantaloon gold wood...
Straining all the pantaloon seams
Like man wood always does
Or like the gold in lunar beams
And light years with a buzz...
Going the distance like the streams
Of brilliance from the moon
Illuminating all the dreams...
Of garments to lampoon!
#moon
#music
#dance
166 reads
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PAR
Poem Published
29th Jul 2023 3:18pm
29th Jul 2023 3:18pm
Pillow Tales
Look, look...
once upon a time
your head resting
in the lap of the loved one
almost white
almost beautiful
your sleeping head
over the lap of snow
of your loved one!
Look, look!
your uncovered face
in the mirror
between wefts
there would be no greater beauty
without the shoes
running away from prom?
Look, look?
what no one else saw
what has never been seen
got lost in my woods
got lost in myself
wolf bitten apple (hunters where?)
person...
once upon a time
your head resting
in the lap of the loved one
almost white
almost beautiful
your sleeping head
over the lap of snow
of your loved one!
Look, look!
your uncovered face
in the mirror
between wefts
there would be no greater beauty
without the shoes
running away from prom?
Look, look?
what no one else saw
what has never been seen
got lost in my woods
got lost in myself
wolf bitten apple (hunters where?)
person...
#kindness
#romantic
#fairies
#magic
#dance
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Angeliki
Poem Published
20th Jul 2023 12:20pm
20th Jul 2023 12:20pm
Fulminating
What's that win for
Isn't it colour that lifts up the truth
The politician wiring a clown
The lottery is bigger than the last one
My friend, the equivilant to a moron
Is my mother, and selfish nation
But moron is a religious term
And my religion has been studied
By pricks on a Deuteronomy
My chapter is jobs
And serpent rainbow tomorrow
Well slither to the next series
I don't think so
I have to get rid off this foreigner
Begone, saddist beach
Tell them the sun rose
Long time ago
They are alive again ...
Isn't it colour that lifts up the truth
The politician wiring a clown
The lottery is bigger than the last one
My friend, the equivilant to a moron
Is my mother, and selfish nation
But moron is a religious term
And my religion has been studied
By pricks on a Deuteronomy
My chapter is jobs
And serpent rainbow tomorrow
Well slither to the next series
I don't think so
I have to get rid off this foreigner
Begone, saddist beach
Tell them the sun rose
Long time ago
They are alive again ...
#dance
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