Poems About Dance Seeking Honest Critique
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Poems about dance seeking honest critique. Honest feedback has been requested for these poems.
cabcool
Poem Published
12th Jun 2023 3:45pm
12th Jun 2023 3:45pm
night air on the g-string
World Haiku Day; 2023 April 17
Haiku No. 4
stars kissing dark skies
fireflies dancing on the air
g-string serenade
© Copyright 2023 April 17
by Clyve A. Bowen♫
Haiku No. 4
stars kissing dark skies
fireflies dancing on the air
g-string serenade
© Copyright 2023 April 17
by Clyve A. Bowen♫
#stars
#sky
#night
#haiku
#dance
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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
174 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
351 reads
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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
302 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
261 reads
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
190 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...
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...
#love
#music
#dance #passion
#dance #passion
493 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
238 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
183 reads
2 Comments
Solomon_Song
Poem Published
27th Mar 2023 3:20pm
27th Mar 2023 3:20pm
LEATHER AND LACE
That leather and lace
keeps all things in place
as on pole I dance
while you clutch your pants.
You don't want to see
what the gravity
could do when I flick
my upside-down trick!
And where could you stick,
in your way so slick,
the ten dollar notes
that express your votes
appreciating
my demonstrating
and bid me encore
my dancing off-floor?
keeps all things in place
as on pole I dance
while you clutch your pants.
You don't want to see
what the gravity
could do when I flick
my upside-down trick!
And where could you stick,
in your way so slick,
the ten dollar notes
that express your votes
appreciating
my demonstrating
and bid me encore
my dancing off-floor?
#rhyming
#dance
283 reads
3 Comments
Green_Arrow
Poem Published
26th Mar 2023 6:59pm
26th Mar 2023 6:59pm
Where He Saw His Old High School Flame
George stepped into
a room where
he saw his old
high school flame Ulla do
a strip tease in front of
him only to have the
alarm clock wake George up from that dream.
a room where
he saw his old
high school flame Ulla do
a strip tease in front of
him only to have the
alarm clock wake George up from that dream.
#dreams
#fiction
#lover
#dance
#sensual
243 reads
0 Comments
ms_kitty_lagniappe
Ms K
Ms K
Poem Published
15th Mar 2023 4:53pm
15th Mar 2023 4:53pm
Powerhouses of Bourbon Street
Beneath the neon lights of Bourbon's street,
Where history and magic still compete,
There was a time of power and grace,
A bygone era that we still can trace.
It was a time when women took the stage,
With fire in their eyes and hearts ablaze,
Survivors and warriors, they overcame,
The obstacles that would leave most in shame.
At Big Daddy's they danced with such might,
Their movements pure poetry, a beautiful sight,
Each step a testament to their strength,
Their resilience, their power, at arm's length.
And though...
Where history and magic still compete,
There was a time of power and grace,
A bygone era that we still can trace.
It was a time when women took the stage,
With fire in their eyes and hearts ablaze,
Survivors and warriors, they overcame,
The obstacles that would leave most in shame.
At Big Daddy's they danced with such might,
Their movements pure poetry, a beautiful sight,
Each step a testament to their strength,
Their resilience, their power, at arm's length.
And though...
#freedom
#art
#dance
225 reads
3 Comments
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