Long Poems About Dance
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Long poems about dance. 300 words or more, most recently published poems first.
goldenmyst
Poem Published
28th Mar 2023 1:23am
28th Mar 2023 1:23am
Bolshoi Barista
Bolshoi Barista
“Your poses would do a ballerina proud.”
“Glad you noticed. I wear the tights so customers like you can see the nutcracker while ordering coffee.”
“Well honestly I would never have made that association but now that you mention it you could be Clara.”
“Ah, a man who knows his ballet. But surely I am an all-grown-up Clara. After all my curves are those of a twenty-year-old Bolshoi dancer.”
“Yes, indeed I can see that plain as day. You must be at least in your twenties.”
“Hey, I am a freshman...
“Your poses would do a ballerina proud.”
“Glad you noticed. I wear the tights so customers like you can see the nutcracker while ordering coffee.”
“Well honestly I would never have made that association but now that you mention it you could be Clara.”
“Ah, a man who knows his ballet. But surely I am an all-grown-up Clara. After all my curves are those of a twenty-year-old Bolshoi dancer.”
“Yes, indeed I can see that plain as day. You must be at least in your twenties.”
“Hey, I am a freshman...
#romantic
#beauty
#coffee
#funny
#dance
196 reads
2 Comments
ms_kitty_lagniappe
Ms K
Ms K
Poem Published
15th Mar 2023 2:14pm
15th Mar 2023 2:14pm
Golden Memories of Bourbon Street and Big Daddy's: Celebrating Empowerment and Entertainment
I consider myself extremely fortunate to have been a part of the golden era of Bourbon Street, where the music flowed like honey and the scent of Lucky dogs filled the air. Every night was a new adventure, and I had the pleasure of meeting people from all around the world, each with their own unique story to tell.
Whether I was chatting with the famous chicken man or watching talented dancers perform on the stage, there was always something special happening. And the chance to dance alongside world-famous entertainers like Sandra Sexton and GiO was nothing short of exhilarating. The...
Whether I was chatting with the famous chicken man or watching talented dancers perform on the stage, there was always something special happening. And the chance to dance alongside world-famous entertainers like Sandra Sexton and GiO was nothing short of exhilarating. The...
#freedom
#art
#dance
#passion
#job
255 reads
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ms_kitty_lagniappe
Ms K
Ms K
Poem Published
11th Mar 2023 12:52pm
11th Mar 2023 12:52pm
Shaking the Stage: A Stripper's Journey to Self-Discovery and Empowerment
Prior to my interview with Dynasty, I recognized the importance of capturing the stories of my sisters who had danced at Big Daddy's in their own words. I provided them with a list of questions to answer about their time at the club, believing that their personal accounts would provide valuable insights into the exotic dance industry on Bourbon Street. By giving them the opportunity to share their experiences, I hoped to shed light on the realities of our profession and the unique challenges that we faced. It was essential to me that their voices are heard, and their stories were told with...
#beauty
#art
#dance
248 reads
13 Comments
I_IS_ME
Poem Published
7th Jan 2023 10:20pm
7th Jan 2023 10:20pm
Dirty Dancer
#erotic
#dirty
#dance
477 reads
12 Comments
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
327 reads
3 Comments
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
1962 reads
0 Comments
Kou_Indigo
Poem Published
13th Jul 2022 7:29am
13th Jul 2022 7:29am
Love's Bloom in Darkness
- Love's Bloom in Darkness -
In the autumn of the cycles of the year, alone, a young girl descended into the dark and lonely realm,
Beneath the realms we know. Into this Hades, her journey did embark… all senses, to so overwhelm!
Lovelier a creature there never was than she, just a child maybe, strong of will and beautiful of face,
Despite her youth: and in mockery of her sparkling eyes. Alive was her heart, all with thrills and grace.
Dreams of hidden kingdoms in her head, with the spaces: not hither nor yonder she saw of those halls,
Where reigns the...
In the autumn of the cycles of the year, alone, a young girl descended into the dark and lonely realm,
Beneath the realms we know. Into this Hades, her journey did embark… all senses, to so overwhelm!
Lovelier a creature there never was than she, just a child maybe, strong of will and beautiful of face,
Despite her youth: and in mockery of her sparkling eyes. Alive was her heart, all with thrills and grace.
Dreams of hidden kingdoms in her head, with the spaces: not hither nor yonder she saw of those halls,
Where reigns the...
#love
#dark
#childhood
#dreams
#dance
574 reads
11 Comments
Kou_Indigo
Poem Published
20th May 2022 10:23pm
20th May 2022 10:23pm
Dancing Maidens of the Green
- Dancing Maidens of the Green -
Upon the summer's caressing heat, I felt the warmth upon my body,
Cooled somewhat by the soft breeze that flitted through the treetops.
From the tower where I looked out across the waters in the distance,
I allowed myself to wonder, to ponder, to lose myself so beautifully.
Entranced as I glanced upon the grassy slope that did thus envelop...
My attention, for there did fair elfin maids circle around, in a dance.
Singing voices lilting across the distance, never far and just below...
Calling me to join them in...
Upon the summer's caressing heat, I felt the warmth upon my body,
Cooled somewhat by the soft breeze that flitted through the treetops.
From the tower where I looked out across the waters in the distance,
I allowed myself to wonder, to ponder, to lose myself so beautifully.
Entranced as I glanced upon the grassy slope that did thus envelop...
My attention, for there did fair elfin maids circle around, in a dance.
Singing voices lilting across the distance, never far and just below...
Calling me to join them in...
#spiritual
#pagan
#dance
#philosophical
#passion
291 reads
0 Comments
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
329 reads
4 Comments
PostalPoet
Poem Published
10th Feb 2022 11:58pm
10th Feb 2022 11:58pm
The Return of The Daughter of Night
Not so long ago, with the moon shining bright,
I smiled and danced with the Daughter of Night.
And ever since then, my heart has been yearning,
Seeking the beautiful maiden’s returning.
On nights I will wander each alley and street,
And when the sun rises, I bow in defeat,
For although I’ve searched every corner and hall,
The Daughter of Night cannot be found at all.
For months I have searched, and still she eludes me.
I long for her dance, and hope she includes me.
I know that some people will think I’m bewitched, ...
I smiled and danced with the Daughter of Night.
And ever since then, my heart has been yearning,
Seeking the beautiful maiden’s returning.
On nights I will wander each alley and street,
And when the sun rises, I bow in defeat,
For although I’ve searched every corner and hall,
The Daughter of Night cannot be found at all.
For months I have searched, and still she eludes me.
I long for her dance, and hope she includes me.
I know that some people will think I’m bewitched, ...
#heartbroken
#beauty
#dance
362 reads
1 Comment
wallyroo92
Poem Published
19th Dec 2021 7:52am
19th Dec 2021 7:52am
Power, Pizzazz, and All That Jazz!
It’s the summer of 1937
Gertrude is only fourteen
She and her older sister sneak out of the house
And Gertrude’s eyes have that certain gleam
She’s mesmerized by the big city lights
It’s something they’ve never seen
They go into a club to see Benny Goodman
As the big jazz band plays Sing, Sing, Sing
- - -
Henry has just turned twenty-five
He and his friends go to see Cab Calloway
They dance having the time of their lives
Jumping and jiving celebrating his birthday...
Gertrude is only fourteen
She and her older sister sneak out of the house
And Gertrude’s eyes have that certain gleam
She’s mesmerized by the big city lights
It’s something they’ve never seen
They go into a club to see Benny Goodman
As the big jazz band plays Sing, Sing, Sing
- - -
Henry has just turned twenty-five
He and his friends go to see Cab Calloway
They dance having the time of their lives
Jumping and jiving celebrating his birthday...
#music
#memories
#aging #dance
#aging #dance
440 reads
8 Comments
averageJoe69
Ron Summers
Ron Summers
Poem Published
10th Nov 2021 1:05pm
10th Nov 2021 1:05pm
Stop the dance
#love
#erotic
#dreams #dance
#dreams #dance
501 reads
0 Comments
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