Poems About Dance by Top Critiquers
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Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
31st Mar 2025 9:28pm
31st Mar 2025 9:28pm
At The Ballet
Connie was only six when she was discovered gazing at a dead rat by Madame Jenny Taylor
Madame once assoluta at the Ivaninski's, informed the Linguses that the child was to be her pupil
Long years of study began in her ballet school above a row of shops
Connie first came before the public as a peasant girl in Giselle, ou Les Wilis, devised by Madame to display her students abilities
Her life was rather dull and monotonous
She became aware of what real ballet was when Madame took her to one of Anya Neeze innumerable farewell performances
Eventually she was allowed...
Madame once assoluta at the Ivaninski's, informed the Linguses that the child was to be her pupil
Long years of study began in her ballet school above a row of shops
Connie first came before the public as a peasant girl in Giselle, ou Les Wilis, devised by Madame to display her students abilities
Her life was rather dull and monotonous
She became aware of what real ballet was when Madame took her to one of Anya Neeze innumerable farewell performances
Eventually she was allowed...
#dance
#fiction
#loneliness
#ShortStory
#success
104 reads
6 Comments
crimsin
Unveiling
Unveiling
Poem Published
18th Feb 2025 3:55pm
18th Feb 2025 3:55pm
the beauty of movement
enterig this reamiy my entroutage proceeds me
with a beautiful offering to Him
they have perfected the art of gesture
they can convey a feeling with a look
I've learned many secrets of the unviverese
grave sexcrets no to tell
some are not made to know such things
or others are unready
I a deep shame when I am corrected
it was bad day yesterdey
he promises I will learn
the beautiful silence
and a heart that burns with psassion to serve
doing so with joy and gratiude
my entougage aprrpoached ...
with a beautiful offering to Him
they have perfected the art of gesture
they can convey a feeling with a look
I've learned many secrets of the unviverese
grave sexcrets no to tell
some are not made to know such things
or others are unready
I a deep shame when I am corrected
it was bad day yesterdey
he promises I will learn
the beautiful silence
and a heart that burns with psassion to serve
doing so with joy and gratiude
my entougage aprrpoached ...
#dance
#love
163 reads
5 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
554 reads
17 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
311 reads
2 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
497 reads
3 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
960 reads
43 Comments
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
487 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
222 reads
0 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
20th Jan 2025 1:41pm
20th Jan 2025 1:41pm
What I didn't see on TV
If this woman is bald
and that man does braids
stop shitting and join the dance.
The rhythm pulses, bodies move
eyes meet, smiles meet.
In the center of the track the energy grows
arms rise, feet glide,
the sound envelops, the soul is freed.
Every step is a story told
each turn is a moment lived.
Dance unites, transforms and transcends
and in the end we are all one.
Lights flicker, shadows lengthen,
fragmented moments in time,
the harmony of a silent symphony.
Feet that stumble, hearts...
and that man does braids
stop shitting and join the dance.
The rhythm pulses, bodies move
eyes meet, smiles meet.
In the center of the track the energy grows
arms rise, feet glide,
the sound envelops, the soul is freed.
Every step is a story told
each turn is a moment lived.
Dance unites, transforms and transcends
and in the end we are all one.
Lights flicker, shadows lengthen,
fragmented moments in time,
the harmony of a silent symphony.
Feet that stumble, hearts...
#acceptance
#dance
#emotions
#healing
#relationships
90 reads
4 Comments
SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
1st Apr 2025 2:26am
1st Apr 2025 2:26am
Mmm... Closer My Love
The magnetic pull sending my essence to you filling your lungs
Passion on the run, desire felt past the rising sun
My mind, my soul as you sail into my wet sunken treasure and then thrust so deep
The heat of your core urging me on with a passionate leap
The taste of my mind searching, savoring, feasting, our bodies making its own carnal song all night long
Desires interlocking, as bodies cajoling on
On a sumptuous flow of honey, hunger consumes my flesh
Left and...
Passion on the run, desire felt past the rising sun
My mind, my soul as you sail into my wet sunken treasure and then thrust so deep
The heat of your core urging me on with a passionate leap
The taste of my mind searching, savoring, feasting, our bodies making its own carnal song all night long
Desires interlocking, as bodies cajoling on
On a sumptuous flow of honey, hunger consumes my flesh
Left and...
#dance
#lover
#mythology
#passion
#water
241 reads
smackdownraven
Poem Published
17th Feb 2024 4:34am
17th Feb 2024 4:34am
Odd Girl
I was an awkward girl with no balance
a little too fat to wear a tutu
my grandma said too heavy for my toes
my mother put me in ballet
said it woud teach me grace
as my grand plies looked pitiful
and my dance so mournful
light blue leotard and stockings
on a chubby little wretch
my poor mother
I felt for her, I was happier up in a tree
playing Jane of the jungle
and dreaming of my future
the sun setting on my back
the sky open
far away from that stuffy little studio
where I learned grace...
a little too fat to wear a tutu
my grandma said too heavy for my toes
my mother put me in ballet
said it woud teach me grace
as my grand plies looked pitiful
and my dance so mournful
light blue leotard and stockings
on a chubby little wretch
my poor mother
I felt for her, I was happier up in a tree
playing Jane of the jungle
and dreaming of my future
the sun setting on my back
the sky open
far away from that stuffy little studio
where I learned grace...
#dance
192 reads
3 Comments
Tallen
earth_empath
earth_empath
Poem Published
11th Apr 2025 2:06pm
11th Apr 2025 2:06pm
Locomote
11/30
Locomote
a family of five
adults strutting “ en pointe “
the young, miniatures
giving playful chase
Our early morning walk
Me for light impact exercise
Them, I assume, looking
Bugs, worms, whatever
Reminded me of a Tap Dancer
who had not yet donned
metal plates
rendering them silent taps
tapping
This morning, one adult
flew high and very quick
never knew (or seen)
a Quail could Fly like that
61 unique words
Locomote
a family of five
adults strutting “ en pointe “
the young, miniatures
giving playful chase
Our early morning walk
Me for light impact exercise
Them, I assume, looking
Bugs, worms, whatever
Reminded me of a Tap Dancer
who had not yet donned
metal plates
rendering them silent taps
tapping
This morning, one adult
flew high and very quick
never knew (or seen)
a Quail could Fly like that
61 unique words
#birds
#dance
#morning
78 reads
2 Comments
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