Poems About Dance by Top Critiquers
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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
82 reads
6 Comments
Solomon_Song
Poem Published
8th Jul 2024 6:53am
8th Jul 2024 6:53am
DANCE NAKED, I SAY
#dance
#erotic
#rhyming #sex
#rhyming #sex
265 reads
2 Comments
crimsin
Unveiling
Unveiling
Poem Published
7th Jul 2024 4:24am
7th Jul 2024 4:24am
hypnotize
mesmerizing, hypnotizing
bringing out the minxy
I feel the music, it washes over me
tiptoeing through the beats
until I start to move
thumping with the bass
it is intoxicating
moving in tempo with the rhythm
escalating in the moment
it feels good just to be
mania spins in and out
I love the feeling
tic toc and swing
pursuing the bars
climbing the notes
in beat with the music
I take a minute to enjoy myself
it may seem silly but sometimes its necessary
just to be happy
I...
bringing out the minxy
I feel the music, it washes over me
tiptoeing through the beats
until I start to move
thumping with the bass
it is intoxicating
moving in tempo with the rhythm
escalating in the moment
it feels good just to be
mania spins in and out
I love the feeling
tic toc and swing
pursuing the bars
climbing the notes
in beat with the music
I take a minute to enjoy myself
it may seem silly but sometimes its necessary
just to be happy
I...
#dance
#music
128 reads
2 Comments
Betty
Poem Published
28th Apr 2023 4:29am
28th Apr 2023 4:29am
Slow songs
The bass drops
and in sequined,
sweating
desperation
the crowd throbs to
some fist-pumping
dance-club anthem
but I can’t seem
to find their beat,
because the moment
you touched me,
every song
became a slow song.
Our foreheads kiss
and the air between us
becomes a humid mist
melting our bodies
to each other
like a paper napkin
around a cold beer
My shoes stick to the
tacky floor, and the
bouncer...
and in sequined,
sweating
desperation
the crowd throbs to
some fist-pumping
dance-club anthem
but I can’t seem
to find their beat,
because the moment
you touched me,
every song
became a slow song.
Our foreheads kiss
and the air between us
becomes a humid mist
melting our bodies
to each other
like a paper napkin
around a cold beer
My shoes stick to the
tacky floor, and the
bouncer...
#love
#music
#dance #passion
#dance #passion
493 reads
17 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
281 reads
12 Comments
Duende
Poem Published
24th May 2017 3:00pm
24th May 2017 3:00pm
Bal Masqué
boudoir noire night
velveteen queen
dressed in
elegant
black
burlesque
her sexy façon
caught his attention
she was utterly flattered
the venetian dandy
made quite an
impression
he swept
her off
her feet
swirling and
swinging like
Ginger and Fred
colliding in a bal masqué
they swayed the night away
velveteen queen
dressed in
elegant
black
burlesque
her sexy façon
caught his attention
she was utterly flattered
the venetian dandy
made quite an
impression
he swept
her off
her feet
swirling and
swinging like
Ginger and Fred
colliding in a bal masqué
they swayed the night away
#dance
#dreams
889 reads
43 Comments
summultima
uma
uma
Poem Published
14th Nov 2020 6:18pm
14th Nov 2020 6:18pm
~brass bunch of dense-stud self(less)-anklets, dance the dark away
illusions
you are in
the self-infliction
ever...
(in & in
more & more
perilous
petrifying
refills
of
your
manufactured terror
loading in
the ‘MAYA’
of many a
::pernicious blebbing black~ plague viral~ cocktail pandemic clusters
of an ~ ulcerating self~ cannibalistic hunger (in)fest
::an oblique whining~ sliding in blizzardy blanket avalanches of a malignant
migraine marauding wave
::yet the exceptionally core~...
you are in
the self-infliction
ever...
(in & in
more & more
perilous
petrifying
refills
of
your
manufactured terror
loading in
the ‘MAYA’
of many a
::pernicious blebbing black~ plague viral~ cocktail pandemic clusters
of an ~ ulcerating self~ cannibalistic hunger (in)fest
::an oblique whining~ sliding in blizzardy blanket avalanches of a malignant
migraine marauding wave
::yet the exceptionally core~...
#love
#dark
#identity
#spiritual
#dance
452 reads
3 Comments
goodwolf1966
jimmy
jimmy
Poem Published
7th Sep 2024 3:15am
7th Sep 2024 3:15am
witch by moonlight
she came
out tonight,
her breast
of youth
and glowing
charms
exposed
to the
ghost-white
threshold
of a
full moon
with soft
but sure
voice and
subtle hands,
her
incantations
whirled in
the
wide-eyed
mist,
dancing
like
an open
fire of
quivering
flames.
out tonight,
her breast
of youth
and glowing
charms
exposed
to the
ghost-white
threshold
of a
full moon
with soft
but sure
voice and
subtle hands,
her
incantations
whirled in
the
wide-eyed
mist,
dancing
like
an open
fire of
quivering
flames.
#dance
#freedom
#night #witches
#night #witches
160 reads
10 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
16th Dec 2024 11:51am
16th Dec 2024 11:51am
Quicksand
Two souls dance in grace and harmony
over the quicksand in the cold night.
Each step is a risk, a flirtation with the abyss,
in the back and forth of destiny
looking for the earthquake.
Eyes to eyes and the fear dissolves
while the treacherous earth beneath revolves.
Hands that hold on to a fragile link.
Dancing on uncertainty, challenging luck.
They move lightly in rhythm.
As if sand were sacred solid ground.
In every turn, an unspoken promise,
In a tight hug, salvation is blessed.
Below, the sand calls, in a...
over the quicksand in the cold night.
Each step is a risk, a flirtation with the abyss,
in the back and forth of destiny
looking for the earthquake.
Eyes to eyes and the fear dissolves
while the treacherous earth beneath revolves.
Hands that hold on to a fragile link.
Dancing on uncertainty, challenging luck.
They move lightly in rhythm.
As if sand were sacred solid ground.
In every turn, an unspoken promise,
In a tight hug, salvation is blessed.
Below, the sand calls, in a...
#dance
#dark
#dreams
#mirror
#nightmares
84 reads
8 Comments
I_IS_ME
Poem Published
28th Nov 2024 9:33pm
28th Nov 2024 9:33pm
When Was The Last Time It Was The First Time
While looking at Darius Rucker spit that fucking shit
A fucking rocker masquerading as a country music culprit
But don't think that I'm hating on the motherfucker, shit he prove my point
That all music is connected from ancient drum beats to rock this funky joint
Any song can be repackaged along with new instruments, vocals, rearranged
Even rap as reggaeton can be fucked with right and then renamed
Just imagine what if rap and reggaeton were suddenly classified as classical
Grunge becoming country and visa versa now isn't that radical
...
A fucking rocker masquerading as a country music culprit
But don't think that I'm hating on the motherfucker, shit he prove my point
That all music is connected from ancient drum beats to rock this funky joint
Any song can be repackaged along with new instruments, vocals, rearranged
Even rap as reggaeton can be fucked with right and then renamed
Just imagine what if rap and reggaeton were suddenly classified as classical
Grunge becoming country and visa versa now isn't that radical
...
#dance
#LifeCycle
#music
154 reads
10 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
221 reads
8 Comments
MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
3rd Aug 2023 1:19pm
3rd Aug 2023 1:19pm
Jam Pants
I have much love for supermoons
And all their moonbeam gold
Which I would wear like pantaloons...
If I were not so old.
Gold pantaloons would make the man,
If any garment could,
Since ladies couldn't help but scan
For pantaloon gold wood...
Straining all the pantaloon seams
Like man wood always does
Or like the gold in lunar beams
And light years with a buzz...
Going the distance like the streams
Of brilliance from the moon
Illuminating all the dreams...
Of garments to lampoon!
And all their moonbeam gold
Which I would wear like pantaloons...
If I were not so old.
Gold pantaloons would make the man,
If any garment could,
Since ladies couldn't help but scan
For pantaloon gold wood...
Straining all the pantaloon seams
Like man wood always does
Or like the gold in lunar beams
And light years with a buzz...
Going the distance like the streams
Of brilliance from the moon
Illuminating all the dreams...
Of garments to lampoon!
#moon
#music
#dance
165 reads
0 Comments
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