Dance Poems | Examples of Dance Poetry

She wore a ribbon red as flame, he carved her secret in his name. They danced beneath the open skies, with stars like lanterns in their eyes. The campfire laughed, the horses swayed, the fiddles sang while nightbirds prayed. Their vows were stitched with whispered thread, "Till death," they swore, "no tears to shed." But Fortune's wheel turned rough and wild-- the lawman came...

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We met on the seam between two drownings, his cuff snagged in the kelp, my mouth lined with moss. He grinned like a man who'd forgotten the surface, held out his hand like a memory. I took it. We spun— water-logged feet brushing the roof of the wreck, the nape of our need. My dress leaked its scales, his coat shed...

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her eyes . her eyes stole me away the look distant engaging darting but always blue . sometimes i wondered what they had seen how such beauty could see pain suffering shed tears . i looked she looked we saw the future two glances dancing a collision course across a table for two while our eyes made us one tolbert ...

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Super-cala its a Gala-Day I will dress up in a special way Take you dancin' like a Barbie doll adorned in heals stabbin' six feet tall ! Tall and beautiful with eyes like scotch doll- dance with me, take it up a notch. Way too much fun to...

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In quantum whispers, atoms dance and gleam, While constellations weave their cosmic dream. Each particle spins tales of time untold, As nebulas birth secrets manifold. Manifold equations paint the sky, Untold dimensions where our futures lie. Dream fractals bloom in dark matter's space, Gleam echoes fade in gravity's...

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a key sways gently—secrets linger beyond the lock silhouettes dance silently—truth hides between their steps ...

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Ray your voice like the morning sun, Breaking silence one golden run. Let your truth rise in hues so wide, No storm can dim what you confide. Speak not in echoes of borrowed grace, But in the rhythm your soul can trace. Each word a spark, each thought a flame, Set fire to fear, shed every shame. Ray your voice — let it...

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We were witches brewing potions from twigs and berries in our backyards Amateur astronomers wide eyed under the stars We were royalty having tea in makeshift tents in our living room floors Children with limitless imagination We were kings of the world Never knowing the existence of locked doors We were told our whole lives that those envelopes were...

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In the silence of the night, when shadows dance on the walls of my memory, a deep longing grips me, a thirst for peace in her arms, where her gentle fingers weave my guilt into braids of forgetting, and her silence never demands answers to unspoken questions. I feel weary of wearing the armor of bravery, facing the storms...

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Expressive dance that communicates emotion. Energetic dance inspired by the jazz sound, creating a lively, fun and high-energy motion. Graceful, expressive movements that are profound, like in lyrical jazz, need hours of practice and devotion. Evoking emotions to convey and astound. ...

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"Pretty clouds filled with water, then it rains down." By Poet I love to sit and watch the clouds, as they dance across the big blue sky. If I watch and wait what will I see, animals like a zoo walking by. One day I ask a big bright white cloud, where are you going? I was shocked when it answered back, off...

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How do we find time to laugh, to dance, to sing in times as uncertain as these? When so many men, women and children in the world live under a sword of Damocles. For me it goes back to when I was teaching Autistic students…who, for reasons still unknown, every day faced cruel, unfair, unwanted and relentless challenges...

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I couldn’t tell if it was day or night something magnificent was happening in the sky it was bigger than my eyes could behold It was larger than my heart could contain it wasn’t the fourth of July fireworks display or Big Ben anniversary held at the river Thames it was a natural phenomenon birth out...

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A winsome weave, simple and real, Warp and weft—a tight twill, A weaverbird’s nest—strong and snug, With soft crossways and tumphy tug. Subtle cozy patterns, seldom revealed, Cynical twists like waves unsealed, The mirror of peafowl’s courtship field. Matchless display by the peacock, Dance elevated by love, rattle of feathers in rhythmic clock, Enticing and dazing the hens, with a silent poise, All while rivals...

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The Early Years She is to entertain 20 people I fried up 20 cucumbers 5 lbs. Of okra In a grit and Parmesan cheese And bits of bacon in the batter Some spices, mace, cayenne , paprika Garlic and onion powder in the Bater*w/flour and eggs baking soda* I roasted a teriyaki style pork loin And sliced it thin with commercial Mixer, I mean...

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