Poems About Dance Seeking Honest Critique
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Poems about dance seeking honest critique. Honest feedback has been requested for these poems.
I Asked Her To Marry Me
A lady was waiting for a route taxi by the roadway.
I stood beside her and she smiled at me.
We were the only ones standing there.
I said hello to the lovely lady and smiled back at her.
She displayed a pleasant personality.
I asked the lady her name and she replied, “Minnie.”
And I said, “That’s a nice name.”
Then, as she was anticipating, I told her my name.
I started a warm conversation with Minnie.
We chitchatted for a few minutes.
I wanted to see Minnie again, so I asked her.
She agreed to meet me at a plaza in Half Way Tree. ...
I stood beside her and she smiled at me.
We were the only ones standing there.
I said hello to the lovely lady and smiled back at her.
She displayed a pleasant personality.
I asked the lady her name and she replied, “Minnie.”
And I said, “That’s a nice name.”
Then, as she was anticipating, I told her my name.
I started a warm conversation with Minnie.
We chitchatted for a few minutes.
I wanted to see Minnie again, so I asked her.
She agreed to meet me at a plaza in Half Way Tree. ...
#love
#music
#dialogue
#dance
#passion
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Jump Across The Sun
Jump across the sun,
Duck under the flare arcs for fun,
Shuffle across the side,
Then leap before your pants, legs cut wide,
Go up in flames,
Like a Molotov or the flare of a gun,
Turning potential energy to kinetic, for fun,
Music blasting like a bomb,
Beat and bass pumping hard without a qualm,
Like heavy machinery in the starry cosmos,
With the sun as one of many celestial dynamos.
Duck under the flare arcs for fun,
Shuffle across the side,
Then leap before your pants, legs cut wide,
Go up in flames,
Like a Molotov or the flare of a gun,
Turning potential energy to kinetic, for fun,
Music blasting like a bomb,
Beat and bass pumping hard without a qualm,
Like heavy machinery in the starry cosmos,
With the sun as one of many celestial dynamos.
#happiness
#music
#dance
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A Living Lullaby
I am a living lullaby, a dancing little doll!
Twirling in my pretty dresses, singing in the darkness.
Dancing with the Devil, savoring the night...
I am the bride who heeds her prince's call!
Racing to my beloved's side, ever his maddest mistress.
Dancing with my Kara, basking in his light...
My soul belongs to him, my kiss is his favorite wine!
Our passion is our sacrament, our love darkly sublime.
I am an eternal child princess!
The years touch not my grace.
I have felt the night's caress...
Looking into, my Kara's face.
Cool...
Twirling in my pretty dresses, singing in the darkness.
Dancing with the Devil, savoring the night...
I am the bride who heeds her prince's call!
Racing to my beloved's side, ever his maddest mistress.
Dancing with my Kara, basking in his light...
My soul belongs to him, my kiss is his favorite wine!
Our passion is our sacrament, our love darkly sublime.
I am an eternal child princess!
The years touch not my grace.
I have felt the night's caress...
Looking into, my Kara's face.
Cool...
#love
#dark
#music
#dance
#passion
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Toccata for Tambourine and Bagpipes
Step by step,
Almost staccato...
Bass drum.
Beat beat beat
on that tambourine.
Take the cover off the harmonica
and blow on the bellows.
Snort.
Twerk it.
Shake.
Huff and puff and moan
on the floor that shakes.
Take the baton.
Grab the drumstick.
Tap the clappers.
Listen to these rappers.
PAR
Almost staccato...
Bass drum.
Beat beat beat
on that tambourine.
Take the cover off the harmonica
and blow on the bellows.
Snort.
Twerk it.
Shake.
Huff and puff and moan
on the floor that shakes.
Take the baton.
Grab the drumstick.
Tap the clappers.
Listen to these rappers.
PAR
#sex
#erotic
#music
#dance
#sensual
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Upon Closer Inspection
This flower is the
same color as the dress my
date wore to our prom.
same color as the dress my
date wore to our prom.
#haiku
#fiction
#dialogue
#nostalgia
#dance
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An Old Flame Whose Name Happens To Be Kim
Rick had gone with a friend or two
out to this social gathering that
his best friend Kenny had talked him
into going and saw an old flame
whose name happens to be Kim
in a hot pink dress walking to
Rick, touch his shoulder and do
the apology bit before Matt
came over to say "hi" to Rick, too.
And when the music began to play,
Rick decided to stand out of the way
and not act like such a spoiled brat.
out to this social gathering that
his best friend Kenny had talked him
into going and saw an old flame
whose name happens to be Kim
in a hot pink dress walking to
Rick, touch his shoulder and do
the apology bit before Matt
came over to say "hi" to Rick, too.
And when the music began to play,
Rick decided to stand out of the way
and not act like such a spoiled brat.
#romantic
#friendship
#fiction
#dance
#temptation
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A Couple Acting Like They Were Dancing
After her class was over, Lisa
looked across the room and saw a
couple acting like they were
dancing in a ballroom
and the blonde holding
on to the stud
looked like the
shocked kid
there.
Then, the shock had turned into that of
curiosity and Lisa
slowly moved herself closer
to touch her clone only
to have the duo
disappear right
before her
own blue
eyes.
looked across the room and saw a
couple acting like they were
dancing in a ballroom
and the blonde holding
on to the stud
looked like the
shocked kid
there.
Then, the shock had turned into that of
curiosity and Lisa
slowly moved herself closer
to touch her clone only
to have the duo
disappear right
before her
own blue
eyes.
#school
#ghosts
#dance
#temptation
#seductive
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DANCING PRACTICE
#rhyming
#dance
#sensual
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Pan
From a slender river reed,
a trivial thing,
I have filled the air with magic
and with fire
for women and for men,
and made them hungry, wild,
to set their feet in dance upon the earth
and bend their voices ardently
to sing
and serve your sometime wife
fair robed Mnemosune.
Tell me, father Zeus, far-seeing one,
what have you ever done
with your fabled shield of storm
and with your flashing thunderbolt,
and all your war-won power,
your conquests
and your promiscuities
that rivals this?
a trivial thing,
I have filled the air with magic
and with fire
for women and for men,
and made them hungry, wild,
to set their feet in dance upon the earth
and bend their voices ardently
to sing
and serve your sometime wife
fair robed Mnemosune.
Tell me, father Zeus, far-seeing one,
what have you ever done
with your fabled shield of storm
and with your flashing thunderbolt,
and all your war-won power,
your conquests
and your promiscuities
that rivals this?
#dance
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8/3/22 senryu
I’m not gonna let go
As long as we are dancing-
I love this song!
As long as we are dancing-
I love this song!
#music
#dance
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My summer
I've already made memories
Of magic
Of friends
Of rollercoaster screams
I've already made mistakes
In clubs
While dancing
With my alcohol intake
I've already been through it
I've cried
missed you
Gone through some shit
Had a lot of sunburn
Seems like a bummer
But it's just the start
Of my hot girl summer
Of magic
Of friends
Of rollercoaster screams
I've already made mistakes
In clubs
While dancing
With my alcohol intake
I've already been through it
I've cried
missed you
Gone through some shit
Had a lot of sunburn
Seems like a bummer
But it's just the start
Of my hot girl summer
#happiness
#teens
#summer
#IMissYou
#dance
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Dancer in Flames
She is a witch, of course. No girl of Autocratic Faith
could spark a light with just her feet, and stamp so hard
on treading-boards that little bones in ankles break
and fire singes thighs, yet all is healed by Monday morn
and no impression left behind to make a theatre owner red.
She is as dead in Father’s eyes as living on His earth.
And so she turns and turning burns again; a mock
of bridal gowns adorns the statuesque supports.
(These are the rich man’s peasant thoughts.)
She’s billed as “Ann, the Daughter of the Son of Thorns,
&...
could spark a light with just her feet, and stamp so hard
on treading-boards that little bones in ankles break
and fire singes thighs, yet all is healed by Monday morn
and no impression left behind to make a theatre owner red.
She is as dead in Father’s eyes as living on His earth.
And so she turns and turning burns again; a mock
of bridal gowns adorns the statuesque supports.
(These are the rich man’s peasant thoughts.)
She’s billed as “Ann, the Daughter of the Son of Thorns,
&...
#feminism
#historical
#dance #witches
#dance #witches
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