Dance Poems
#dance
Dance poems, here you'll find poetry about dance and dancing. Poems about feeling and moving rhythmically to music, from watching ballet to feeling the heat on the dance floor. Poems about sensual partner dancing, creative expression through dance and movement, and letting go and dancing all night.
primitive spirit
dance with me on a thundercloud
while the skies burst their seams
spin me across lightning bolts
as night spreads her wings
cobalt smudges bearing grudges
stomp the evening pale
leaving their darkened mark
as daylight meekly slips away
as flashes strobe through shadowed patches
touch my upturned face
kiss me
here
in the heart of the tempest
breathing deeply of my rapture
torn between the caution I've always practiced
and throwing myself to the wind
where gales wrap passion around...
while the skies burst their seams
spin me across lightning bolts
as night spreads her wings
cobalt smudges bearing grudges
stomp the evening pale
leaving their darkened mark
as daylight meekly slips away
as flashes strobe through shadowed patches
touch my upturned face
kiss me
here
in the heart of the tempest
breathing deeply of my rapture
torn between the caution I've always practiced
and throwing myself to the wind
where gales wrap passion around...
#rain
#storm
#dance
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Red
A vintage beauty
with fashion and flair,
long and flaming,
wild ginger red hair.
Cool to the touch
in her retro Lennon shades
she walks like a supermodel
her hips slightly swag.
Wearing body-hugging pants
of avocado green
reminiscent of the 60s
it is quite the scene.
Dancing to the music
in her own living room
snapping her fingers
and singing to the tune.
with fashion and flair,
long and flaming,
wild ginger red hair.
Cool to the touch
in her retro Lennon shades
she walks like a supermodel
her hips slightly swag.
Wearing body-hugging pants
of avocado green
reminiscent of the 60s
it is quite the scene.
Dancing to the music
in her own living room
snapping her fingers
and singing to the tune.
#happiness
#women
#music
#WritingPoetry
#dance
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Shadowed Rhythms of Sun and Dusk
Beneath the sun where shadows play,
Silhouettes whisper, secrets at bay.
In daylight's fierce dance,
My shadow, a chance,
To befriend in the sun's fiery display.
As dusk unfolds with a wicked sheen,
Twilight's stage, shadows convene.
In the dance of the night,
My shadow takes flight,
A sinister scheme, a shadowy scene.
In daylight's grasp, stories distort,
Shadows cavort, a mysterious cohort.
Dusk unveils its shroud,
A cunning, dark crowd,
On Twilight's screen, a clandestine fort.
Sinewy muscles coil...
Silhouettes whisper, secrets at bay.
In daylight's fierce dance,
My shadow, a chance,
To befriend in the sun's fiery display.
As dusk unfolds with a wicked sheen,
Twilight's stage, shadows convene.
In the dance of the night,
My shadow takes flight,
A sinister scheme, a shadowy scene.
In daylight's grasp, stories distort,
Shadows cavort, a mysterious cohort.
Dusk unveils its shroud,
A cunning, dark crowd,
On Twilight's screen, a clandestine fort.
Sinewy muscles coil...
#sun
#night
#shadows #dance
#shadows #dance
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ale and horses
Ale and horses
There was only one brewery in our hometown covering the whole district on flat-bed wagons with 50 horses
to get work as a driver was a sought-after occupation
when crates had been delivered at one grocer there was
usually the sharing of a bottle of beer which during the day amounted to a fair of ale.
At the time a left-wing Christian political party was in power and used its position to deny licenses to cafes
and restaurants that often went bankrupt.
This banning of alcohol policy didn't stop people from
drinking they made their...
There was only one brewery in our hometown covering the whole district on flat-bed wagons with 50 horses
to get work as a driver was a sought-after occupation
when crates had been delivered at one grocer there was
usually the sharing of a bottle of beer which during the day amounted to a fair of ale.
At the time a left-wing Christian political party was in power and used its position to deny licenses to cafes
and restaurants that often went bankrupt.
This banning of alcohol policy didn't stop people from
drinking they made their...
#art
#dance
#culture
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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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finding our groove
through the glowing confetti of bodies
undulating around the room
each one caught in their moment
unaware of our shifting mood
spots flare in opposite corners
your eyes colliding with mine
as the lights fade
and the floor empties
all other flickers blink out
until the room is completely empty
devoid of anything other than you
and my hungry observation
as the music becomes mute
reduced to only bass
keeping a lyrical tempo
with the thumps echoing softly
within our heaving chests
fingers linking ...
undulating around the room
each one caught in their moment
unaware of our shifting mood
spots flare in opposite corners
your eyes colliding with mine
as the lights fade
and the floor empties
all other flickers blink out
until the room is completely empty
devoid of anything other than you
and my hungry observation
as the music becomes mute
reduced to only bass
keeping a lyrical tempo
with the thumps echoing softly
within our heaving chests
fingers linking ...
#music
#lover
#dance #sensual
#dance #sensual
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All Burns Haiku
Flesh lusts for beauty.
Shared dances learned in childhood.
All burns in the end.
Shared dances learned in childhood.
All burns in the end.
#lust
#childhood
#dance
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Home Alone
I finally have the house to myself,
the music is turned up loud,
I can be free to dance and sing,
foolishly playing around.
I can watch a horror flick,
while painting my toenails green,
and make popcorn and hot chocolate,
now that will be a scream!
I can spread my artwork everywhere,
and make a giant mess,
paper mache and sewing supplies,
what shall I do next?
I’ll clean the mess up later,
before they all get home,
it’s time to watch another movie,
and enjoy this time alone.
the music is turned up loud,
I can be free to dance and sing,
foolishly playing around.
I can watch a horror flick,
while painting my toenails green,
and make popcorn and hot chocolate,
now that will be a scream!
I can spread my artwork everywhere,
and make a giant mess,
paper mache and sewing supplies,
what shall I do next?
I’ll clean the mess up later,
before they all get home,
it’s time to watch another movie,
and enjoy this time alone.
#happiness
#music
#myself
#art
#dance
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Top Floor
We spin
in the continuum of nothingness,
as if faded
and music is more blood than pulse,
more brain than bone.
I watch a fly -
he crawls the deep blue wall
above our heads where projected
are streams of inconsistent neon light,
hone in on piano notes
between bass, and buzz,
the three, four, eight, sixteen of it,
let my hips do the talking,
eating, coiling around the banquet of all of it,
every person, every glass, every mirror.
She sways
as if no one ever told her
no one fuck cares,
no one is...
in the continuum of nothingness,
as if faded
and music is more blood than pulse,
more brain than bone.
I watch a fly -
he crawls the deep blue wall
above our heads where projected
are streams of inconsistent neon light,
hone in on piano notes
between bass, and buzz,
the three, four, eight, sixteen of it,
let my hips do the talking,
eating, coiling around the banquet of all of it,
every person, every glass, every mirror.
She sways
as if no one ever told her
no one fuck cares,
no one is...
#night
#music
#dance
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Lunar Sea (5-7-5 Haiku)
Moonlight
Shadows
Dance
Upon
Inky
Blue
Waters
Reflections
Ripple
by Jemia
Shadows
Dance
Upon
Inky
Blue
Waters
Reflections
Ripple
by Jemia
#moon
#water
#nature
#haiku
#dance
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Boogie Nights
fuck the world for real
meet me at the discotheque
let's boogie baby
let the moon be our glittering disco ball
as we hustle our way back
to heaven
c'mere you sexy muthafucka
shift those hips
flail those arms...throw your head back
i want you free feminine
and full of life
ain't no tomorrows..ain't no yesterdays
it's just you n me girl
mesmerized...immortalized in
this one fabulous moment
ahh shookie shookie
you got
...you got
.......you got what i need ...
meet me at the discotheque
let's boogie baby
let the moon be our glittering disco ball
as we hustle our way back
to heaven
c'mere you sexy muthafucka
shift those hips
flail those arms...throw your head back
i want you free feminine
and full of life
ain't no tomorrows..ain't no yesterdays
it's just you n me girl
mesmerized...immortalized in
this one fabulous moment
ahh shookie shookie
you got
...you got
.......you got what i need ...
#sex
#music
#memories
#dance
#sexy
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Tucson, 1994
Never forget
Staring into the dark,
Staring down
The dark
Of blacked-out auditorium
Like you are staring down the barrel of a gun,
As Robert Fripp’s sedate guitar
Begins to play, and stops, and then to play again,
Over what was just played,
An electric hum like the echo of the surf
Crashing over the sound of surf:
Over and over, again and again, intricate sound
Concentrating your faculties
When out of the abyssal dark the stage leaps forth,
Frozen, glittering with hoarfrost,
Every detail,
Freed from the void for...
Staring into the dark,
Staring down
The dark
Of blacked-out auditorium
Like you are staring down the barrel of a gun,
As Robert Fripp’s sedate guitar
Begins to play, and stops, and then to play again,
Over what was just played,
An electric hum like the echo of the surf
Crashing over the sound of surf:
Over and over, again and again, intricate sound
Concentrating your faculties
When out of the abyssal dark the stage leaps forth,
Frozen, glittering with hoarfrost,
Every detail,
Freed from the void for...
#dark
#women
#sex
#art
#dance
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