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Details | Tanka | |


LOVE God is always love Forever seek the kingdom; Praise the creator Keep giving what you can give Please endure until the end ANGELS Beautiful Heavens Protecting the meek ones earth Watching over us Helping us to cope with life Comforted with hope and trust MUSIC When you find rhythm You find your hearts inner core Celebrate the times Make them better than before Reminisce and dance all night

Copyright © humble b

Details | Rhyme | |


As lightening shone and thunder blew
I danced the dance that dancers do

They danced it back and asked if I
Would mind them dancing through the night

I thought no harm could come of this
Besides, such company I’ve missed

Thus, on we danced so unaware
That torrent rains beyond compare

Fell down in floods on higher ground
And like a wall came crashing down

Then somewhere in a step half made
The dance I danced was washed away

Now all that’s left for you to see:
Remains of the catastrophe

Oh, hopefully from this you’ll know
Don’t ever dance when thunder blows

Copyright © Jeff Bresee

Details | Imagism | |

Sometimes I Feel Beautiful

Sometimes I Feel Beautiful
Driving along thinking about what I’m about to do brings a smile to my face. Without a doubt my hair and nails make a big difference in the way I feel about myself! When I look pretty; I feel pretty.
Today my nails will be done in pink and white, oh yes, perfect they shall be. Nothing short of looking delicate and refined I tell myself. I am so excited; the anticipation brings joy into my heart and laughter to my lips! 
My hair appointment is closing in. High lights and shaping adds a playful and fun demeanor. Beautiful is how it’s going to look and beautiful is how I’ll feel. I almost need to pinch myself for I wonder is this really happening to me! Tears sting my eyes and giggles flow forth. Yes; this is my life and this is happening to me!
Thinking of my new makeup and how youthful I’m going to look brings joy into this heart of mine. I can hardly wait to put it on as the excitement builds; I dance around and giggle. I feel so beautiful thinking how perfect I’ll look with everything finished.
At times I tell myself, “I know he loves me, I can tell”. The glowing in his eyes seems to sparkle with love and passion. My Heart beats a little faster as excitement and wonder fills my entire being! Yes, this is how it should always be, a life filled with joy and laughter.
Finding ways to look beautiful helps me feel beautiful. It’s this that causes me to giggle and dance about. The unbridled excitement loosened, flowing through my veins fills me with love and wanting. Tomorrow just maybe this joy will add new meaning and direction causing me to continue feeling beautiful..
                                                                                           Debbie Knapp

Copyright © Debbie Knapp

Details | Free verse | |

My Lifes Dance (Baryshnikov would envy...NOT)




Copyright © Christie Moses

Details | Rhyme | |

Dance around the fire

I was singed from the fire to the point of burning couldn't escape from the heat 'til I reached my time of learning that the way to stay safe was just to back away now here at a distance is where I must stay and while the others dance around the flames I'll watch from here where the pain they choose to suffer will just slowly disappear back into the burning fire they feed with their anger, and their suffering and greed and I must stand apart and heal where peace and joy are mine and I can feel a simple moment full of grace that no ones words or deeds need take it's place. I danced around the fire until I learned for me it was no longer time to burn.

Copyright © L.Ruby Meyer

Details | Prose Poetry | |

The Dance

She carries dinner and sweet tea
to her man in the field
as purple hews of sunset
streak down mountain sides.

An evening breeze is welcomed,
cooling the damp dress
clinging to her shape
in the shadow of night.

Darkness settles over Heaven and Earth,
bare feet caress rich soil
as bodies held tight in rhythmic embrace--

Copyright © Tamara Hillman

Details | Free verse | |

Dancing with Despair

I have danced while music played,
and smiled, although despairingly,
through tears at smiles not meant for me.
My soft eyes, though brown and drab,
have strived to glitter, with scant success,
as others shone bright, reflecting light
beneath their lashes, lush and long.
While I lurched in crazy drunken spirals,
others, precise, performed their pirouettes
and slid across the polished floor
and smiled and laughed and more:
completely at their ease.
What terminal disease decrees
despair my partner in this dance?
Is there no chance to sit the music out,
a listener, discrete, devout?
While others whirl and dip, I slide and slip.
Must I be a half-a-pair with stumbling feet,
inept novice, graceless lout who, led about,
never has an easy air dancing with despair?

Copyright © Leo Larry Amadore

Details | Free verse | |

After The Dance

elbow to elbow no room to breathe
in this place i once thought an escape
missing her more each day
and each passing moment
brown children with vaseline
greased scalps peer expectantly
at this strange newcomer
vampire handsome and strange intellect
my weakness must be apparent
fore they trust me
dancing with the devil isn't a tango
it's a tangle
our innocence ensnared
like a scared fragile rabbit
pulse racing
silken brown fur clamped
between iron rusty jaws
moving like the blood of the hare
between each strand of hair
i avoid their queries of life
after the dance

Copyright © brian anderson

Details | I do not know? | |

The Beach of Promises

The Beach of Promises


Fingers entwined, barely touching,
turquoise waters teasing your dancing toes,

strolling along that serene deserted beach,
our promised dreams within aching reach.


Hands clasped, holding on,
sea-breezes tickling the nape of your neck,

walking together, alone, vowing to never breach,
the dreams dreamed on that faraway velvet beach.


Hands in my pockets, alone,
traces of you linger, teasing,

lost in my scribbles, your memory fading out of reach,

my thoughts ablaze, now and then,
catching a whiff of your fragrance,

wafting through alleyways of nostalgia,
your hand in mine on our pristine beach.

Copyright © Scribbler Of Verses

Details | Ballade | |

Dancing with the trees

Dancing with the trees.

Like the silence of the bush be I
So wonderful I feel
Within the depth of mystic river
Comes a space that is so still
I see it all, and all of me 
In the dancing of the trees
The way they wave so gracefully
As they float upon the breeze.

I catch a glimpse of the vast 'I am'
In the power of the silence
All arrogance it dissipates
And so do shades of violence
As they flow away on the painted river
On it's way to the mighty ocean
The only thing that takes their place
Is love and sweet devotion.

A Parrot lands upon a branch
All orange, blue, and green
As I catch a glimpse of the morning sun
As it shines upon his sheen
And make the colours come to life
And I feel that power in me
the power of the all that is
With all it's energy.

25 September 2013 @ 1020hrs.

Copyright © Peter Duggan

Details | Free verse | |

The Storm

And the storm calls to me in ways you'll never understand
A gentle call that urges my soul forth
The lighting guiding a path for my feet to walk
Between the stones and ash of all that once was
I stand in the echoing silence of the rain 
It drops down upon my skin like the blessing waters of heaven
Soothing me, lifting the weight from my body 
I feel at once as if I am home
Standing amid two dimensions 
Caught between two skies - here and there
The night wraping around me in warmth
The gentle wind lifting me off my feet
Drops from the clouded moon washing away my body
and I am left just a soul, an essence 
The storm calls me forth from beneath my roof
Beckoning me into its depth 
I stand among the reeds in the basin 
They dance and sway as if welcoming me
And I sway with them back 
Caught up in the power that charges the air
That threatens to sweep me away 
If the ground will just loosen its hold
The thunder rumbles a low welcoming growl
And I get pleasently lost within it
I am so small compared to its vastness
I close my eyes and succumb to the skies wishes
Rising higher until my feet no longer touch the ground 
My fingertips touch the liquid color of the stars
A sigh drifts from my lips
There is no need of thought to stay afloat
There is no demand to breathe in air
No crushing weight upon my chest
As my lungs struggle to survive
There are no struggles here
I make my bed on blackened clouds
And give in to the call
The storm has claimed me as its own 
It was such a struggle to stay upon the ground
When the storm would call me home

Copyright © Jay Loveless

Details | Free verse | |

Indian Summer, Part III

The winds of Winter wait,
Whispering to me of the approaching future,
But still far off, biding their time
Until this span of light and warmth has lasted out its stay.

     Meantime, I engage myself in taking stock;
     Compiling the days that define myself to myself
     Enlarging the catalog so far as I can,
     Building up a narrative.

So many memories
Like fireflies in a Summer's night
Flash through the dark spaces of my mind.

Childhood: Flash
                            Youth: Flash
Young Parenthood: Flash
                                         Empty Nest: Flash.

Family, friends, events
Joys, sorrows, beginnings, endings -
All make their flickering passages;
All paint their images onto me  

     The particles dance and shift
     Cells die to be replaced
     The face in the mirror becomes my father's
     Molecule by molecule
     With each passing instant.

     The particles dance and shift
     Moving back towards the dark unknown
     From which they came,
     Yet somehow in the midst of it
     The I that was
                              And am
                                            And shall be
     Remains to watch the long parade unfold.

And that parade, banal and fantastic,
Marches past that inside window where I watch to see myself pass by,
As some newer self shall do the same through all tomorrows
Until the day when all the marching stops for me -

     And then, my fellow marchers,
     O my many, varied Loves,
     On that last Winter's day,
     Where will we be,
     Where will we be?

     What musics shall we hear?
     What wonders might we see?



Copyright © William Masonis

Details | Sonnet | |

The Unseen

It is crystal clear and right in front of you.

Mixed and matted in a haze so very clear.

Little spots and little dots are floating near.

They get closer and closer to pass through.


Once inside, new thoughts begin to spew.
Some are of joys and some you will fear.

Be rest assured most will make you cheer.

When it leaves there will be many a clue.


The day will set,

And night will fall,

This sign you get.

It’s a name you call.


So wake up and be clean and keen,

See the unforgettable as the unseen.

Copyright © Ann Rich

Details | Free verse | |

This Is The Love

Stand up and shake;
Feel the rhythm in your heart.
Ignite those pants;
We get up and dance.
God on our mind,
Eternity in our souls;
Feel the chills of those bones.
It's the hope.
Open those closed doors:
Into Heaven we go,
Welcomed and forgiven.
Here is the love;
Let's dance!

Copyright © Kevin C. Martin

Details | Ballade | |

Life's been good

LIfe's been good

Life has been good to me
I have no real complaints
Oh yes, I've had my ups and downs
I have never been a saint
But I have sampled many things
And I have lived them all
I've been a hero in some ways
And I have been a fool.

Adventurer I've never been
I've mainly read or wrote
But I have strived to be myself
Not a book somebody wrote
Though life has kicked me once or twice
It's been a jolly ride
And I have learned with each new day
To take life in its sride

And I rejoice, I do
At all thats been and done
They've all brought me home to this
This new born, rising sun
And I don't know what God is
Or whatever there might be
All I know is some strange power
It really must love me.

22 September 2013 @ 1420hrs.                                             

Copyright © Peter Duggan

Details | Haiku | |


Play The Radio Get Up And Dance All Night Long Music Heals The Soul

Copyright © humble b

Details | Free verse | |

The Glass Goddess

All around me
Great cities made of sand.
Green sky scrapers poke through the ground 
To thrive in life’s strict conditions
And melt away with the tide…

Great houses made of cards
Form lines, and tightrope walk existence,
Knowing that any moment, the wrong brick may fall
And buckle our world to its knees
As Mother Earth shouts Jenga! from the sidelines.

So while were here
We dance with the Glass Goddess 
Poised miles above reality,
Leaping over the heavens on our domino stilts-

We floor it in the sky
Living death in the fast lane, 
Seizing the day
Because any moment 
We could disappear 

Jacob Reinhardt	

Copyright © Jacob Reinhardt

Details | Haiku | |

Jewels Dance About

jewels dance about
bright Autumn spirals downward
into deep dark heaps

© Christine A Kysely All Rights Reserved
Wausau, Wisconsin USA
October 11, 2011

Copyright © christine a kysely

Details | Ballade | |

You've got to love your life

You’ve got to love your life.

I’m drifting through my life
As I climb those rocky trails
The only place I want to be is now
The Spring comes, me just sitting here
As the grass grows by itself
I never did want too much, anyhow.

Can’t worry about your burdens
One has to travel on
The past can’t do no damage, it be gone
And the future, well there’s no one knows
No matter what they do
You cannot stop those hands from moving on.

You’ve got to love your life
That’s the only way to go
There ain’t no going back to what’s been done
Cause life was made for loving
The song you sing is yours
You’re a one off soul, you be the only one.

You have to live your story
No matter where it goes
No matter what the hard knocks you might gain
The road might lead to nowhere
Yet dance it anyhow
When life stand still, then it be lived in vain.

Copyright © Peter Duggan

Details | Pantoum | |


‘  ‘  ‘        ‘’’’’’’’’’’             ‘        ‘

Those tender wrinkling leaves pour dizzily down 
auburn dressed palms of shaven-  tree solemnity, 
like drowsy tunes of autumn’s harp sound,
saintly foliage fluting, swooping in withered harmony. 

Auburn dressed palms of shaven- tree solemnity
tangerine floats of stems fading by lamp light, 
saintly foliage fluting, swooping in withered harmony 
their torn skins crackle, mumble and fall from flight. 

Tangerine floats of stems fading by lamp light, 
brushing a wandering  sky soaking in rainfall’s keep
their torn skins crackle, mumble and fall from flight 
and whispers of stooped dance soothe the moon to sleep. 

Brushing a wandering sky soaking in rainfall’s keep
spreading leaves’ goodbye glory for a final  display, 
and wafts of stooped dance soothe the moon to sleep
as  full season of fall sheds life’s leaves to pray. 

Spreading leaves’ goodbye glory for a final display, 
like drowsy tunes of autumn’s harp sound, 
as  full season of fall seems to shed life’s leaves to pray 
those  tender wrinkling leaves  pour dizzily down. ~


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Pantoum poetry
© rights reserved

By: nette onclaud

Copyright © nette onclaud

Details | ABC | |

the beast and me

There's fire in my lungs.
smoke flows through my veins.
I feed the beast my soul
to gain euphoric pain.
I serve he who lives in me.
The monster in my mind.
The creature so abusive,
at times can be so kind.
In my mental hell,
I sit beside his throne.
I tend to his desire,
so I don't have to be alone.
Here He is my god.
And I, in turn, am his.
A symbiotic worship,
sealed within a kiss.
Sulfuric fumes consume us,
as we dance into the ether.
The hands of god are ours.
Hes made me a believer.
My halo, so very worn.
His horns, so alluring.
Hand in hand we walk,
love and hate enduring.
His guidance lifts me higher
than any drug could try.
His chains hold me down.
bound wings can not fly.
Walking straight and tall,
crawling on my floor.
I am his moonlit goddess.
And his filthy whore.
I wont break his binds.
I wish not, to be free.
I can never escape him,
for this beast is me.

Copyright © JoAnna Mitchell

Details | Free verse | |

Dreamers Dance

Her thoughts drift out the window
on the cool autumn breeze
and a smile creeps upon her withered face
as she remembers the first time she saw
this house
This house that is so old and worn
like her heart
and she sways to the music in her mind
as a tune tumbles from her memory
she dances and twirls across the floor
as the melody carries her dream
back to the days when he was still alive
and would sweep her into his arms
and kiss her wrinkled brow
she stops in mid-stride and a tear rolls
down her leathery cheek
and she smiles
a smile for the love they shared
when they were caught up in their
dreamers dance.

Copyright © Trudy Diane Rider

Details | Couplet | |

His Movements Dance

As his rider gives the judge a glance,
He tosses his mane and shifts his stance;

The winner he is, without a doubt,
He trots in place and then moves out;

Not quite believing what I saw,
I watched in silence, struck in awe;

Almost as if he wants to tease;
He crosses over with seaming ease,

His perfect cadence and fluid prance;
I sat in wonder as I watched him dance.

~Write A Backwards Poem Contest~

Copyright © Tirzah Conway

Details | I do not know? | |


Helping the warriors of the sport,
Gleaming in high spirits even when their team is down,
Their call and dance rallies the crowd.
They are the leaders of the fans,
But they are so much more.
Their agility and dancing bring hope to the worried team.
They train like warriors on the field,
They are athletes themselves,
They are the messengers of the fans to say,
"We believe in you."

Copyright © John Henry Galas

Details | Free verse | |

Spirit of Horse and Man

The rider accepts the horse and the horse accepts the man.
No man rides a horse… It’s a dance in poise and symmetry as one.
Thump, Thump…Thump, Thump
The power is felt in the movement as the horse stretches out its gate.
The muscles move beneath the man with power waiting to escape.
Thump, Thump…Thump, Thump
The fluidity of the gate is matched by the fluidity of the man.
The nostrils flair in both… The dance has just begun…
Thump, Thump…Thump, Thump
If they do not work together… They will not work at all.
The horses’ mane like the mans’ hair, is held tight in the flowing wind.
Thump, Thump…Thump, Thump
With each step they take… A balance must be struck.
For every step they take… Their intent must be as one.
Thump, Thump…Thump, Thump
The spirit of the horse must merge with the spirit of the man.
Together they merge in a symbiotic relationship as old as horse and man.
Thump, Thump…Thump, Thump
Feel the movement… Feel the power… Feel each muscle as it moves.
Feel each breeze unfold… Feel their hearts and souls as they meld as one.
Thump, Thump…Thump, Thump
Point to counter point… The man doesn’t own the horse or the horse the man.
What looks so easy is not a simple thing as they travel forth as one.
Thump, Thump…Thump, Thump
The connection is tightly woven. This spirit of Horse and man.
Thump, Thump…Thump, Thump
And with each ride together they will meld again as one…
Thump, Thump…Thump, Thump

Copyright © Carol Eastman

Details | Haiku | |


Baring of your soul
Dancing naked for the world
Deep tension is eased

Just a note of thanks to all who are encouraging my work and reading my poetry.
I so appreciate all of you.  Poetry Soup has become a bright spot in my life. :)  

May a butterfly land on your shoulder (a poem that has yet to be created)

Copyright © Willow Lawrence

Details | Didactic | |

On Your Own

You can dance to your own rhythm, sure you can,
it is not too difficult I have seen it frequently done;
there is nothing better than doing things your way
and starting off alone on a long deserted highway.

He who goes by himself gets there soon and fast
while he who waits for the others gets there last;
there are times when it works best to be an island
if the point is to get ahead of the rest of the band.

While there is no question it takes two to tango,
why must we necessarily wish to do the tango?
we can sway just as well with our own shadow
to keep us company with the lights turned low.

Yes, you can dance to the tune, on your own!

Copyright © Wilfredo Derequito

Details | Verse | |

We dance

Faintly rustled within 
as you flow and move me 
much like a soft warm breeze 
touching leaves in a tree 
you, me, and the wind, dance.

Lee carter Mystique contest 7/8/15
#1- connection with a supreme source

Copyright © Lee Carter

Details | I do not know? | |

My Body

My body 
Was made to dance.
This is a fact,
Not a truth
That could be manipulated 
Like a piece of rope
Being made into a knot.
My body
Was made to sway
And flow,
To dip low
And reach high
To the rhythms
Of the universe.

The rhythms
Of a beating heart,
Of wings beating the air,
Of the crashing waves,
Of everything
I am fortunate to hear
And translate into motion.

Oh no,
I am not a trained dancer,
Who practices and practices
To get the technique,
Develop the form,
And in the end,
Add the passion,
If it wasn’t there before.

I won’t be found 
On stages dancing
To Mozart, Miles or Eminem,
Nor will I be found
On dance floors
With a number on
My oh so erect back.

I will be found
On crowded dance floors,
In my bedroom,
In my living room,
Under the moonlight,
On beaches,
Letting the rhythms of the universe
Possess me.

You would find me
Be it to a sassy salsa beat,
A fun Bollywood tune,
A little soca,
Some reggae,
Or a soulful piece of jazz.

Be it to a rhumba,
A fast pace techno,
An irresistible house jam,
A fusion of west meets east,
A pop tune I can’t
Get out of my head,
You would find me 

And even though,
My mind says no,
“You’ll make a fool of yourself,”
“You don’t know how to dance to that,”
My body ignores it,
And taps a foot,
Sways a hip,
And before long,
My body is in motion.

My body 
Was made to dance.
This is a fact,
Not a truth.

Copyright © Kimolisa Mings

Details | Free verse | |

needles and pins

I can’t survive without the rush of an impulsive swallow or an impersonal touch.

I’m fueled by the adrenaline I get solely through sex and drugs, driving while high and chasing danger.

Piercing my skin with needles and pins,

willing to feel the worst to feel anything

Copyright © Morgan Tate