Limelight Poems - Poems about Limelight

Lie to me but only on stage, believe me I need to trust you. I will be riding a rampage if I have a reason not to. Entertaining the payment due is not a show you would enjoy. Prior to speaking catch a clue. Leave it in the limelight, Playboy....

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Pigtail pullers and bottom pinchers Give them a mile and they're still one inchers Sit under bridges tickling own fancy Identified by trolly trail (ichnomancy) *Also fail on delivery of argument clinchers ...

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By the dim glow of candlelight Flick-flick-flickering on the wall By the soft glow of moonlight Tip-tip-tiptoeing down the hall By the harsh glow of neon light Blink-blink-blinking over the door By the warm glow of sunlight Skip-skip-skipping across the floor...

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As a dancer one day I was in love to to be dancing. As a dancer one day, my feet couldn't stand on. Rehearsing for hours for nothing, but bleeding, on a dance permormance I couldn't be anymore. The dance of dances for me has reached the end. My dance shoes still feet me but the steps don't feet my shoes to keep...

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“Limelight ‘52” you may debate which was greater Chaplin or Keaton but don’t regret you can see both meaning each one in a violin and piano du et...

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Life brings out poetry from the inner man and woman A word like a river flows through the mind And darkness turns to light while Many poems are written because of the dark night Fortified through their human existence Poets are pressed on either side They often ride toward a battle As they rattle with the elements of life One page As...

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Dark and murky they hide their face political appetite for many I don't have any even if there was a parking space A star some born in which to be some hunger for destruction fear of abduction from the paparazzi I was almost there I was a singer and songwriter quite an igniter but I didn't care You must stay on top or you'll be in infomercials and winding...

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Avoiding The Limelight Written: by Miracle Man 10-25-2019 Being coruscate, has never been my style. I’ve always been one, keeping a low profile. Which makes me, a behind the scenes kind of guy. One who’ll have your back, if you’re a trusted ally. I’ve been told before, that I’m a born facilitator. But slackers would say, that’s synonymous with dictator. But I’ve found in life, that cream rises to the...

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The season's almost over, and I hate seeing it leave without a whisper, complaint or compliment, while poets bask in literary sunlight, thinking the moment is eternal. April's month of poetry is soon to end....

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Limelight Once I had to go on stage reading my poetry, I was a nervous wreck but when up there bathed in light that shone just for me I was in my element. Each poet had read three poems, but I was unstoppable until the arranger of the festival dragged off stage. The audience consisted of 50 people who are not who are...

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Who know about upcoming days? What about next day rise? Moving earth moving lives Desire of love worry to revive This blue sky view every thing You are also viewed not unseen You wanted to hide in the beauty of sky You wanted to hide in starry blinking light Why you wanted to do so Why you wanted to hide Show your appear And increase...

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Center of Attention and Limelight Makes no difference What color of limelight was, Trump is in again. Center of Attention Is always his preferred place Right in the middle. Limelight may be a bad color that no one else prefers except him. Jim Horn...

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Many crave the limelight’s dazzle While some others shun its glare, Fearing that intensive scrutiny Would be too hard to bear. I am somewhere in the middle. Though I post my poems to share, In the hopes that they’ll be read by those With time and will to spare, As I soak up all the comments That appear from here and there I delight in...

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the scent of your spirits beauty stitched in loves breeze caused my soul to struggle to breath could it be??? you and me??? finally beginning our dance for eternity well I suppose we'll see I feel as if i've searched every sea every angle of the Earths topography in all honesty the tears of my smiling spirit sing and sift through the wreckage and lift my heart from...

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Posthumous Limelight My boy, a young lad, died fighting the Iraq war. It could be any war, could be my son, Your son or anyone's son, what does it matter? All wars are same, all sons are same. A lot of decorum, a lot many bravery medals Came posthumously. His name was in the newspapers- Photographs everywhere- Interviews-cameras-speeches! Stop! Why can't everyone stop this...

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