Best Ballet Poems

I've thrown my quill in quiet rage
   sometimes, when mocked by empty page.
I read such vibrant poetry 
  in awe, and ask how can this be? 
Fresh imagery splashed on the page
  with wisdom of the ancient sage,
allusions from the well-read...

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The old ladies 
march onto the elevator,
steadied by their canes, 
each a shrunken frailty
wrapping an unending soul-- 
they are going to watch 
young people dance 
their dances of grace
and beauty, while they recall 
their own beauty long dissolved 
in the acid of time....

Yet, they are...

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Ballet of the Stars

Breath of the galaxy spins the night sky
Over the magic of midsummer dreams
Legends, lovers, pirouette through the night
Sculptures of fire carved with airy light beams

Dances l’etoile sparkle winter rondeaus
Gossamer nebulas leave stardust veils
Ensembles of stars in stellar tableaus
Costumed in lightness made of...

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snowflakes dance mid air
jealous sun melts chalk blanket
snowmen lose their heads...

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Reeds and rushes by the opaque lagoon,
Flutter and frolic with a graceful ease,
As ducks glide softly by a midnight June,
And nature whirls to a warm summer breeze.

In palest moonlight nightingale now sings,
A rhapsody drifting with the night wind,
And butterflies sleep with pretty closed wings,
As the...

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Ballet is poetry. . .
And both share in
The magical movement
That is defined as art.
As brushstrokes blend
Hues onto a white canvas
And forms begin to
Appear in the glory of a
Golden pas de deux dawn,
Fingers of light stream
Through parting clouds
Capturing the divinity
Of the death of night
Into days beautiful...

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An open window frames a scene        
Compelled obsession’s wistful sway
A metaphor imbues my dream

Entranced a moth, in porch lights gleam
Around it flits, a cruel ballet
An open window frames a scene

With you at night, the same routine
Your heart within...

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Skipping and leaping,
Lift legs up high.
Good toes, naughty toes,
Pluck stars from the sky.
Stick feet together,
Do you need magic glue?
Wave butterfly wings,
Hold out your tutu.
Little pink girl's
With little pink feet.
The Ballet class
Was just so sweet....

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I saw her dancing with candy canes a mesmerizing sweet ballet.
 Between the snow flakes they did chase each others shadows from place to place. 

With dips and twirls she caught my eye as she did of passers by. 
From glance to gaze we stood...

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Pirouette and practice daily sheer perfection to achieve.
Ballerina, dance through pain, success does not come without effort.
With the spot light shining down, your payment is the wild applause...

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the entry below is an Acrostic with a beginning and ending couplet attached


"butterfly ballet"

twas one day God said "let there be butterflies"
they will grace heaven and earth along their skies

butterflies waltz
unveiled for all to see
telling the world
"take a look at me"
every classic move
resembles a ballet
floating...

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Time's not sleeping but forever creeping
Breathe to live while the blood is hot;
in shadow dreams lies incessant weeping.

Heart beats like the clock, never sleeping
love burns with flames during a nightly walk;
Time's not sleeping but forever creeping.

A moon rising high in this twilight fleeting
with a teary...

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The ballerinas, dressed in pink,
Adorable, you can't help think,
All rush to where their teacher waits,
Where music wafts and resonates.

The grown-ups must remain outside
Where covered windows seem to hide
Whatever lessons might be taught.
(Attempts to peek all come to naught.)

The moms chit-chat, comparing notes,
(Which cereals get all...

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My ballet shoes have a name,
undisguised among a multitude.
They dance free all over,
without a name.
My dancing shoes are old,
great enough for the right feet
to keep on dancing.
My ballet shoes only fit my feet to be dancing in the best performance forgotten many years ago. 
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*** THE CATS DREAM ***

The cats snuggling dream
Of turning through the music between stars…
Of their fur transformed to feathers…
Of a time past when
Brought to ballet class
They danced for the great George Balanchine —
As living models
Jumping high, high to
The peaking of their 
Seeming so easily springing...

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