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.
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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Mr. Sancho’s Rainbow Dance
Mr. Sancho’s Rainbow Dance
Dreadlocks flying free as the wind
He finds redemption
In a Marley vinyl
That fine-tunes his soul
For an irrepressible dance
On the streets of Old Cartagena
Where he is a song of nature
Strummed on the guitar of his body
When his sinewy muscle strings vibrate
To the freedom of a Caribeña breeze
There he hovers like a dragonfly
In the shadow of Spanish colonial Cathedral
Winged feet dance with the sun
In his Caribbean sandals
As he flamenco struts
With a sunbeam...
Dreadlocks flying free as the wind
He finds redemption
In a Marley vinyl
That fine-tunes his soul
For an irrepressible dance
On the streets of Old Cartagena
Where he is a song of nature
Strummed on the guitar of his body
When his sinewy muscle strings vibrate
To the freedom of a Caribeña breeze
There he hovers like a dragonfly
In the shadow of Spanish colonial Cathedral
Winged feet dance with the sun
In his Caribbean sandals
As he flamenco struts
With a sunbeam...
#city
#music
#freedom
#escape
#dance
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sax dance
I made the tenor sax—there’s nobody plays like me and I
don’t play like anybody else.”—Coleman Hawkins
and when he kissed the saxophone,
she screamed like molten brass,
her unctuous passions left undone
by his tongue-teasing sass.
to every button that he touched,
she sang a different song;
and every key-point that he clutched
inflated her sarong.
all kinds of jazzy curtain calls
made rich the evening’s fare:
no instrument e’er thus enthralls ...
don’t play like anybody else.”—Coleman Hawkins
and when he kissed the saxophone,
she screamed like molten brass,
her unctuous passions left undone
by his tongue-teasing sass.
to every button that he touched,
she sang a different song;
and every key-point that he clutched
inflated her sarong.
all kinds of jazzy curtain calls
made rich the evening’s fare:
no instrument e’er thus enthralls ...
#erotic
#music
#MyInspiration
#dance
#seductive
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Tantric Tango
I want to move you, Love
I want to move you in a tantric tango
known alone in dreams
Let’s dance, my Love
Let’s dance in flow with ocean waves
wild & stormy
Slip inside me, Love
Slip inside me hard and strong
full of passionate obsession
Lay your claim; raise your flag
Feel me draw you in
As receding waves draw the sand beneath your feet,
Fall
Fall into my dance
As I push you back, don’t withdraw
Press hard, press close
Push and pull of passion
Lose us to oblivion
I’ll move in ways you never knew a...
I want to move you in a tantric tango
known alone in dreams
Let’s dance, my Love
Let’s dance in flow with ocean waves
wild & stormy
Slip inside me, Love
Slip inside me hard and strong
full of passionate obsession
Lay your claim; raise your flag
Feel me draw you in
As receding waves draw the sand beneath your feet,
Fall
Fall into my dance
As I push you back, don’t withdraw
Press hard, press close
Push and pull of passion
Lose us to oblivion
I’ll move in ways you never knew a...
#love
#dance
#passion
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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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DU Poetry : Dance Poems