Long Poems About Dance
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Long poems about dance. 300 words or more, most recently published poems first.
PittinixDesigns
Poem Published
28th Apr 2020 11:20pm
28th Apr 2020 11:20pm
Those Memorable Days
A creative author has composed a poem about past events
Her poem recaptures the romantic era of the 1950’s and 1960’s
It highlights the good and bad experiences of teenagers
The girls receive cards and flowers from admirers in high school
And the cheerleaders flirt with the boys on the football team
She recalls the magic of holiday camps, promenades, practical jokes,
And the impermissible house parties when parents are away
Boarders are infatuated with one another amid the excitement
Some popular figures make out on the back seat of convertibles, ...
Her poem recaptures the romantic era of the 1950’s and 1960’s
It highlights the good and bad experiences of teenagers
The girls receive cards and flowers from admirers in high school
And the cheerleaders flirt with the boys on the football team
She recalls the magic of holiday camps, promenades, practical jokes,
And the impermissible house parties when parents are away
Boarders are infatuated with one another amid the excitement
Some popular figures make out on the back seat of convertibles, ...
#teens
#school
#memories
#WritingPoetry
#dance
350 reads
2 Comments
dkzksaxxas_DanielX
Poem Published
26th Apr 2020 11:19am
26th Apr 2020 11:19am
Tropipunch Contusion Quarantine Solo Tango Solo (Twice)
so cold so chill, tis a'most dawn.
fake
punch / sucker punch (Suck This, succor(rrr).
see wha'more
your love has give me
free f'me, (f'me on'ly)
time f'me for death (of me when-
the Lord shall fancy to summoning
(me), as if some tone deaf
scofflaw )
Y'canno help but notice
such things
...
fake
punch / sucker punch (Suck This, succor(rrr).
see wha'more
your love has give me
free f'me, (f'me on'ly)
time f'me for death (of me when-
the Lord shall fancy to summoning
(me), as if some tone deaf
scofflaw )
Y'canno help but notice
such things
...
#depression
#dark
#death #dance
#death #dance
442 reads
2 Comments
Fetchitnow
Poem Published
15th Jan 2020 3:10am
15th Jan 2020 3:10am
Groove Mother
They think, good golly gosh, I feel the way you move
Live a bit, no fear, and gyrate those hips real smooth
We all know your hip is deep inside and still alive
So show us now, how those legs dance to the groove
‘Cos we know you, know you, know you into groove
And, like duh, UR, UR, You are so dope
We, want you, want you, want you to feel alive
So now we gather, then cheer and feel your jive, watching you groove
So they say
Groove for you
Groove for you
Groove for you Now Now Now
I've always...
Live a bit, no fear, and gyrate those hips real smooth
We all know your hip is deep inside and still alive
So show us now, how those legs dance to the groove
‘Cos we know you, know you, know you into groove
And, like duh, UR, UR, You are so dope
We, want you, want you, want you to feel alive
So now we gather, then cheer and feel your jive, watching you groove
So they say
Groove for you
Groove for you
Groove for you Now Now Now
I've always...
#dance
#mother
#music
#lyrics
#funny
405 reads
1 Comment
inechoingsilence
Poem Published
18th Dec 2019 2:34am
18th Dec 2019 2:34am
Dancing in Hell
The time has come, here and now
No choice remains, you must go
Darkness has fallen, delay no more!
Tonight you dance with demons
The hall is at capacity, every monster
impatiently waiting- honored guest
You indescribable, exquisite mortal,
dance like your soul depends upon it
They will try to force you to submit
these tempting devils you dance with
offering to end your pain, right this instant
Surrender sweetly, darling... just let go
Move lightly, don’t miss a step ...
No choice remains, you must go
Darkness has fallen, delay no more!
Tonight you dance with demons
The hall is at capacity, every monster
impatiently waiting- honored guest
You indescribable, exquisite mortal,
dance like your soul depends upon it
They will try to force you to submit
these tempting devils you dance with
offering to end your pain, right this instant
Surrender sweetly, darling... just let go
Move lightly, don’t miss a step ...
#hell
#freedom
#escape #dance
#escape #dance
715 reads
2 Comments
dkzksaxxas_DanielX
Poem Published
15th Dec 2019 9:33pm
15th Dec 2019 9:33pm
The Way To Go Was The Way They Went
IT was just
the perfect
time'o'day
'ere in sunny funny F l o r i d a , and
wee all know he shoulda been filthy rich
from birth......as it was, he wasn't worth
so much as can be said of
shit. I don't care.
gotta love all these children
of God
during which we'll celebrate
...
the perfect
time'o'day
'ere in sunny funny F l o r i d a , and
wee all know he shoulda been filthy rich
from birth......as it was, he wasn't worth
so much as can be said of
shit. I don't care.
gotta love all these children
of God
during which we'll celebrate
...
#music
#food
#lyrics
#rap
#dance
422 reads
1 Comment
goldenmyst
Poem Published
12th Dec 2019 4:57am
12th Dec 2019 4:57am
Shades of a Turquoise Moon
Shades of a Turquoise Moon
They cross into the Powwow zone where buttered blue corn on the cob melts on the tongue like the pretzels whose buttery softness they lick at the magnolia state fair in June when one is all they can afford.
John shadows Marsha beyond the Great Sun’s mound to an abandoned mound, a small elongated mound, covered with weeds, and crumbling away after centuries of neglect. Marsha says, “You’ve told me that you love me like your wife and that is enough.”
Marsha gets fidgety again and takes him touring the park to a...
They cross into the Powwow zone where buttered blue corn on the cob melts on the tongue like the pretzels whose buttery softness they lick at the magnolia state fair in June when one is all they can afford.
John shadows Marsha beyond the Great Sun’s mound to an abandoned mound, a small elongated mound, covered with weeds, and crumbling away after centuries of neglect. Marsha says, “You’ve told me that you love me like your wife and that is enough.”
Marsha gets fidgety again and takes him touring the park to a...
#relationships
#spiritual
#music
#anniversary
#dance
526 reads
2 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
9th Dec 2019 00:32am
9th Dec 2019 00:32am
Drunkard's Waltz Vetoed
Drunkard's Waltz Vetoed
Way out in the boondocks down Barataria Boulevard in Marrero you can hear the Gators at night. Out here in the boonies, big rigs blow their horns for little boys who dream of one day being truckers. This is where New Orleans sophistication turns countrified.
We meet at “Where Ya At Pizzeria” The place is made from a converted warehouse and surrounded by empty lots of abandoned boatyards. Darlene tells me that the boys at school said her daughter should have won the beauty pageant. So when the girl walks up it is a déjà vu of my quiet years as...
Way out in the boondocks down Barataria Boulevard in Marrero you can hear the Gators at night. Out here in the boonies, big rigs blow their horns for little boys who dream of one day being truckers. This is where New Orleans sophistication turns countrified.
We meet at “Where Ya At Pizzeria” The place is made from a converted warehouse and surrounded by empty lots of abandoned boatyards. Darlene tells me that the boys at school said her daughter should have won the beauty pageant. So when the girl walks up it is a déjà vu of my quiet years as...
#mother
#teens
#food
#dance
#sexy
444 reads
0 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
2nd Nov 2019 3:30am
2nd Nov 2019 3:30am
Group Home Outing
Group Home Outing
Our headmistress detects vibes of unrest among our population. So she gets us a comfort dog to pet and play with and has the women who babysit us take us to the Comite River to picnic and swim. One fine summer day we sunbathe at the river and enjoy the fragrance of the magnolia petal-strewn forest. We walk barefoot on the fallen blossoms with the traffic overhead on the bridge.
To my surprise Yogi our Labrador retriever, plunges into the river and swims by the pilings of the bridge. But to our shock, he begins swirling in the current while...
Our headmistress detects vibes of unrest among our population. So she gets us a comfort dog to pet and play with and has the women who babysit us take us to the Comite River to picnic and swim. One fine summer day we sunbathe at the river and enjoy the fragrance of the magnolia petal-strewn forest. We walk barefoot on the fallen blossoms with the traffic overhead on the bridge.
To my surprise Yogi our Labrador retriever, plunges into the river and swims by the pilings of the bridge. But to our shock, he begins swirling in the current while...
#romantic
#rebirth
#lover
#magic
#dance
443 reads
0 Comments
AaHarvey
Poem Published
7th Jul 2019 7:19am
7th Jul 2019 7:19am
Humble B. Bumble : 13. Friday night will bee our night for dancing
Humble was exhausted after his first week of work.
He had helped people before, here and there,
But today it seemed like on his back he carried the Earth.
His body was aching, there was no mistaking,
It had really been a tough week.
So he would toughen up, work harder next time;
He could no longer afford to bee weak.
The life of a drone seemed quite simple from a distance,
But the reality was you covered a lot of distance.
Flying around all day searching for the nectar
And you couldn’t have a day off, no matter what...
He had helped people before, here and there,
But today it seemed like on his back he carried the Earth.
His body was aching, there was no mistaking,
It had really been a tough week.
So he would toughen up, work harder next time;
He could no longer afford to bee weak.
The life of a drone seemed quite simple from a distance,
But the reality was you covered a lot of distance.
Flying around all day searching for the nectar
And you couldn’t have a day off, no matter what...
#love
#LifeStruggles
#ShortStory
#bees
#dance
327 reads
3 Comments
SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
6th Jul 2019 9:49pm
6th Jul 2019 9:49pm
The Juke Joint
New Orleans Juke Joint
Bourbon Street
French Quarter
New Orleans, Louisiana
1934
The spin on that vibe
Cool cat daddy Dizzy Gillespie hitting the bass on that trumpet
The headlining jazz band spitting that electric fire
Yeah, you feel that, fingers popping, rumps seductively swaying, hips gyrating
Miles Davis dragging on his cigarette, snuffing it out under his shoe
Lifting his trumpet, blaring out some enticing melodies
Jazz sounds the heart can attune, the mind can submerge, the body can...
Bourbon Street
French Quarter
New Orleans, Louisiana
1934
The spin on that vibe
Cool cat daddy Dizzy Gillespie hitting the bass on that trumpet
The headlining jazz band spitting that electric fire
Yeah, you feel that, fingers popping, rumps seductively swaying, hips gyrating
Miles Davis dragging on his cigarette, snuffing it out under his shoe
Lifting his trumpet, blaring out some enticing melodies
Jazz sounds the heart can attune, the mind can submerge, the body can...
#music
#memories
#nostalgia #dance
#nostalgia #dance
748 reads
10 Comments
ExercisingDemons
Poem Published
30th May 2019 9:27pm
30th May 2019 9:27pm
Saturday Night
Groove Infused steps
carry eyes that dart.
Eyes on a head that swivels
on a spine that's lined with art.
Move through the music
across glossed dance floors,
to the bar where the man
with the steady hand pours.
One shot more
Then I'm out in the lot,
where the loiters are
shouting fore shuffling off.
2 guards and a cop,
I nod then walk.
It's warm out and I'm colder than not.
Though thoughts on my brain
remain painful...
carry eyes that dart.
Eyes on a head that swivels
on a spine that's lined with art.
Move through the music
across glossed dance floors,
to the bar where the man
with the steady hand pours.
One shot more
Then I'm out in the lot,
where the loiters are
shouting fore shuffling off.
2 guards and a cop,
I nod then walk.
It's warm out and I'm colder than not.
Though thoughts on my brain
remain painful...
#dance
446 reads
0 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
24th May 2019 2:12am
24th May 2019 2:12am
On the Road to Betrothal
On the Road to Betrothal
They follow the ragged brow of the Hopi reservation to the ancient Pueblo of Walpi perched on its wrinkle. Atop the mesa, they sit in a room with a sandy floor with the other tourists. The timbers shake in the wind-driven sand of April. The Native guide, with his long hair, could be the snake dancer she saw in a picture. His face is worn as the ancient buildings he protects. When their turn comes they follow the crumbling buildings which once were homes.
They enter a dwelling where a coal...
They follow the ragged brow of the Hopi reservation to the ancient Pueblo of Walpi perched on its wrinkle. Atop the mesa, they sit in a room with a sandy floor with the other tourists. The timbers shake in the wind-driven sand of April. The Native guide, with his long hair, could be the snake dancer she saw in a picture. His face is worn as the ancient buildings he protects. When their turn comes they follow the crumbling buildings which once were homes.
They enter a dwelling where a coal...
#dance
564 reads
2 Comments
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