Long Poems About Dance
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Long poems about dance. 300 words or more, most recently published poems first.
missjem56
Poem Published
29th Nov 2024 7:01pm
29th Nov 2024 7:01pm
A Distorted History Of Dance!
I was reminiscing one night
At myself, in my early thirties
And an assortment of work colleagues
On a night out
Eventually finding ourselves in a nightclub
I wasn't someone that boogied regularly
But i did have a hidden dance move
So when the right sort of tune was played
I entered the arena of the dance floor
And began to cossack!
I was unexpectedly applauded!
Anyway, quintessential to cossacking
Are strong legs, and good balance
I can't cossack now, but still test my crouching skills ...
At myself, in my early thirties
And an assortment of work colleagues
On a night out
Eventually finding ourselves in a nightclub
I wasn't someone that boogied regularly
But i did have a hidden dance move
So when the right sort of tune was played
I entered the arena of the dance floor
And began to cossack!
I was unexpectedly applauded!
Anyway, quintessential to cossacking
Are strong legs, and good balance
I can't cossack now, but still test my crouching skills ...
#dance
#funny
#LifeAsAWriter
#parody
#satirical
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Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
8th Nov 2024 11:13am
8th Nov 2024 11:13am
One Nervous Teenager
He would go to those dances
He could never get the nerve to ask a girl to dance
Like he would really know what to do when he got out on the floor
He had tried dancing alone in his room and had gotten so embarrassed that he just had to stop
He watched men & woman dancing on TV & movies
They made it look so easy
Women were so mysterious and full of shit
He wouldn't have a clue what to say to one if he ever got the chance
The dances went by and he went to almost all of them
He would find the darkest part of the gym and watch them with his back...
He could never get the nerve to ask a girl to dance
Like he would really know what to do when he got out on the floor
He had tried dancing alone in his room and had gotten so embarrassed that he just had to stop
He watched men & woman dancing on TV & movies
They made it look so easy
Women were so mysterious and full of shit
He wouldn't have a clue what to say to one if he ever got the chance
The dances went by and he went to almost all of them
He would find the darkest part of the gym and watch them with his back...
#dance
#dating
#fiction
#school
#ShortStory
76 reads
6 Comments
LostViking
Lost Viking
Lost Viking
Poem Published
24th Oct 2024 11:43pm
24th Oct 2024 11:43pm
The Dancer
Once upon a time on a planet that was mostly harmless and sometimes blue, there was a dancer. She had been a dancer since a tiny sprout with limbs that fluttered in the breeze of life and love. Her feet had learned the alphabet of steps before her mouth mastered the language of her people. She lived, oh how she lived, every moment of her life in the moment, celebrating her body and the poetry of movement that was her birthright and her voice.
Her dance was a prayer, an act of love, a rebellion against the stillness of death that loomed like a shadow over portions of the world. She...
Her dance was a prayer, an act of love, a rebellion against the stillness of death that loomed like a shadow over portions of the world. She...
#beauty
#dance
#death #war
#death #war
160 reads
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cabcool
Poem Published
30th Sep 2024 6:24pm
30th Sep 2024 6:24pm
saXxy
Every time I play my saxophone, I rediscover
a part of myself.”—Grover Washington, Jr
him used to blow di blouse an skirt off girls
who come dung in dem fancy suits an curls
fi listen him play thorny saxophone
an then beg fi go home wid him alone.
di blinkin light dem spook di discotheque,
casting grim shadows pon di upper deck
paintin gyratin hips wid...
a part of myself.”—Grover Washington, Jr
him used to blow di blouse an skirt off girls
who come dung in dem fancy suits an curls
fi listen him play thorny saxophone
an then beg fi go home wid him alone.
di blinkin light dem spook di discotheque,
casting grim shadows pon di upper deck
paintin gyratin hips wid...
#dance
#music
#night
#obsession
#PopCulture
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Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
2nd Sep 2024 9:23pm
2nd Sep 2024 9:23pm
Dance night at the school gymnasium
He would go to those dances
He could never get the nerve to ask a girl to dance
Like he would really know what to do when he got out on the floor
He had tried dancing alone in his room and had gotten so embarrassed that he just had to stop
He watched men & woman dancing on TV & movies
They made it look so easy
Women were so mysterious and full of shit
He wouldn't have a clue what to say to one if he ever got the chance
The dances went by and he went to almost all of them
He would find the darkest part of the gym and watch them with his back...
He could never get the nerve to ask a girl to dance
Like he would really know what to do when he got out on the floor
He had tried dancing alone in his room and had gotten so embarrassed that he just had to stop
He watched men & woman dancing on TV & movies
They made it look so easy
Women were so mysterious and full of shit
He wouldn't have a clue what to say to one if he ever got the chance
The dances went by and he went to almost all of them
He would find the darkest part of the gym and watch them with his back...
#courage
#dance
#fear
#school
#teens
69 reads
2 Comments
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
31st Jul 2024 11:03am
31st Jul 2024 11:03am
The Ballerina
Connie was only six when she was discovered gazing at a dead rat by Madame Jenny Taylor
Madame once assoluta at the Ivaninski's, informed the Linguses that the child was to be her pupil
Long years of study began in her ballet school above a row of shops
Connie first came before the public as a peasant girl in Giselle, ou Les Wilis, devised by Madame to display her students abilities
Her life was rather dull and monotonous
She became aware of what real ballet was when Madame took her to one of Anya Neeze innumerable farewell performances
Eventually she was...
Madame once assoluta at the Ivaninski's, informed the Linguses that the child was to be her pupil
Long years of study began in her ballet school above a row of shops
Connie first came before the public as a peasant girl in Giselle, ou Les Wilis, devised by Madame to display her students abilities
Her life was rather dull and monotonous
She became aware of what real ballet was when Madame took her to one of Anya Neeze innumerable farewell performances
Eventually she was...
#dance
#fiction
#loneliness
#success
#satirical
85 reads
4 Comments
WillowsWhimsies
Poem Published
7th Jul 2024 1:10am
7th Jul 2024 1:10am
moonbeats & heartbeams
I just never know which voice is gonna show
when you give drunk me a pen
a little sass
a bit of passion
expression of frustration
some kinda combination
it all depends what's going on in my head
nights like tonight I'm a mess
all wild blood & restless bones
some kinda heady brew of adrenaline & emotion
I don't know if it's the drink or the moon
but I'm torn...
can't decide what I wanna do
I want my hands all over you
but I also feel the need to move
just this side of ferocious
I need both
...
when you give drunk me a pen
a little sass
a bit of passion
expression of frustration
some kinda combination
it all depends what's going on in my head
nights like tonight I'm a mess
all wild blood & restless bones
some kinda heady brew of adrenaline & emotion
I don't know if it's the drink or the moon
but I'm torn...
can't decide what I wanna do
I want my hands all over you
but I also feel the need to move
just this side of ferocious
I need both
...
#alcohol
#dance
#erotic
#lover
#moon
276 reads
12 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
5th Jun 2024 2:42pm
5th Jun 2024 2:42pm
Discovering self-love in coffee foam
In the great theater of life a lone man stands,
married to himself, in self-embrace he united.
Oh, joyful life, such a bright masquerade,
however, behind the mask misery escapes.
Ode to the joy of foam:
When the dawn light breaks, laughter in the air,
children play freely without a single care.
The warm pulse of love, a comforting embrace,
in the cradle of simplicity the tender grace of life.
The Agony of Coffee:
But behold! The skies darken, the storms are fierce,
man stumbles and falls as sorrows pierce. ...
married to himself, in self-embrace he united.
Oh, joyful life, such a bright masquerade,
however, behind the mask misery escapes.
Ode to the joy of foam:
When the dawn light breaks, laughter in the air,
children play freely without a single care.
The warm pulse of love, a comforting embrace,
in the cradle of simplicity the tender grace of life.
The Agony of Coffee:
But behold! The skies darken, the storms are fierce,
man stumbles and falls as sorrows pierce. ...
#confessional
#dance
#loneliness
#myself
#tragedy
122 reads
8 Comments
SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
22nd Apr 2024 3:21am
22nd Apr 2024 3:21am
Hungry Eyes 2
The window of my soul exposed, in the midst of time
Slowly closing the portal to my heart, mind as my soul gradually ascends above the stars
The element of such a beautiful clandestine oath
Abandoned in the reality of truth
Claimed so gently in the heat of the night
Forbidden tender whispers
Surrendering wants, as needs gently meander over my silken skin
Indenting the blissfulness of its undeniable flaming desire
I feel the rhapsody when you call out my name
In each lyrical heartbeat...
Slowly closing the portal to my heart, mind as my soul gradually ascends above the stars
The element of such a beautiful clandestine oath
Abandoned in the reality of truth
Claimed so gently in the heat of the night
Forbidden tender whispers
Surrendering wants, as needs gently meander over my silken skin
Indenting the blissfulness of its undeniable flaming desire
I feel the rhapsody when you call out my name
In each lyrical heartbeat...
#dance
#music
212 reads
8 Comments
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
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
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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
166 reads
4 Comments
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