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Dance Lyric Poems | Lyric Poems About Dance

These Dance Lyric poems are examples of Lyric poems about Dance. These are the best examples of Dance Lyric poems written by international PoetrySoup poets

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What Is This Dance?

What is this dance we do?
First you spin me, twirling with delight
Captivated by your attentive gaze
Then you turn your back as I move toward you

So many times we’ve been on this floor
One step forward, two steps back
Movements that confuse a bewildered heart
Often I feel I’m dancing alone

Dancing in the dark
Waiting for a spark

Our bodies once swayed rhythmically
Now we seem to be out of sync
Is our music about to end?
Have you no emotions to share?

Foolish girl, keeps dancing to reach you
Each time I draw near, you back away
And still it seems you want me to stay
For an eternity drawn to a love unrequited

Dancing in the dark
Waiting for a spark 

My dancing shoes I place on a shelf
Along with my dreams, pieces of myself
Perplexed by your desire to continue
Pirouetting toward the unknown

You have always led, as I have followed
Hoping to restore spirits that once soared
Like gazelles across an uneven floor
Leaping, ever leaping toward nothingness

Dancing in the dark
Waiting for a spark
Leaving faded marks
On a dance floor stark 


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Diamonds On The Dance Floor

Diamonds on the dance floor
Glittering rainbows beneath our feet
Let's let loose, show them more
Two hearts, one song, extreme heat.

The saxaphone plays honey sweet
Feel the music vibrate deep inside
Slow, steady determined feet
Upon the waxed floor a romantic slide

Spectacular without jealousy
The rhythm between perfection
The way you dance with me
Deep rooted this proud affection.

Diamonds on the dance floor
Glittering rainbows beneath our feet
You come close, I want more.
The fire is sparking, warm up in this heat.

All eyes on every step we take
Every word we write upon the world
Unbelievable music we make
I gleam of hope to be that girl.

A perfect night of steps, every footfall in place.
Feeling complete in your harmony, trusting embrace.
I know what I am dancing for
I am your diamond on the dance floor

~07-31-2014~


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Freak with your fire

Baby am I bumpin' in your speakers,
Weak in the knees makin' em' weaker.
That bass got that booty bumpin'
Tryin' me out for unforgettable thumpin'
Shorty got the legs spreadin' like wild fire,
All the right moves baby I admire.
A little bit of bump with a whole lot of grind.
I’m comin’ up on ya from behind.

Just feel the music baby let it take ya
To the heavens where I’ma gonna make ya
An angel be real there is no fake to ya
In my dreams I ain’t gonna wake ya

Girl your moves are like a mystery,
Come closer let’s make our own history,
Lets shine and make the stars shy
Let’s make the what wonder how and why.
Get freaky on the dance floor with me,
Flesh to flesh my favorite fantasy.

Just feel the music baby let it take ya
To the heavens where I'ma gonna make ya
An angel, be real, there is not fake to ya
In my dreams baby I ain't gonna wake ya

My dream girl with a body that burns
Witness of the hearts that yearn
Reading sex all over that silky skin
Baby one look drips me in your sin
I want your music play on my drum,
Here I go and now you come.

Feel the music let it take ya
Feel this beat and let it shake ya.
I'll freak with your fire baby
Come into me and make me crazy


09-15-2014


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I've Scribbled This Song For You



I've Scribbled This Song For You...


I'm wasting my days,
my empty nights too,

I should have held on,
but I simply lost you,

now I stagger along,

wearing broken smiles,
in between hell and you,
there's a million miles,

yes, I should have kept,
you close to my skin,

soaking your warmth,
but you were laughing,

at my foolish grin...


now I'm all broken,
and torn apart,

but what the hell,
I was always late,
for the tolling of the bell,

and now...

now I stagger along,

wearing broken smiles,
in between hell and you,
there's a million miles,

so kiss me now like you once did,
I'm tired of being so carefully hid,


la laa laa la laa laa laa...


(repeat to fade)


:-)


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Kiss the Rain


~*~ To reach out and touch you Feel your warmth on my skin So intangible So surreal As sun sets on pillows And mist laden sorrows The dark windswept willows Now sleep till tomorrow Then come dance again As the sun sets up high And the whispering wind Carries a soft kiss of Spring rain As sun sets on pillows And snow covered mountains The crash of swift rivers Lift fleeting light fountains As dainty droplets fall Sending you sweet kisses Springs soft kiss of rain Come dance again As sun sets on pillows And oceans set motions The sweet songbirds chorus Fills a million emotions To reach out and touch you In Sring soft kisses of rain Come dance again.. ~*~


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I dance

7 may 2012 4:50 PM



I dance in the sunlight 
I dance in the rain

I dance when I'm happy
I dance when there's pain

Because it frees my soul
And it lets me go
to a higher place
to a higher praise
With You ohhhh with You
that's right

I dance to remember
I dance to forget

I dance in a dream land
I dance in reality 

Because I dance for You 
And You take me there 
to that higher place 
to that higher praise.....with You


Life on Purpose Live it before you lose it! ©2009


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BECOMING US

You're on a roll, just like a show, maybe I know
You light the way, I want to play, I'm ready to go

Strike the match, feel the friction, oh so inspired
It's getting hot, I've got the fever, let's perspire 

Like the dawn, morning sunrise, angelic voice
You call, I chose you, girl you're my choice

Your words, like braille, rise on my heart
My words, you could tell, right from the start

Embers ignite, what a sight, on a moonlit night
A lover's leap, I want your heart, I'll make it beat

This kind of flame, can't be tamed, don't even try
You're the one, let's have some fun, no alibis 

Take the ride, let's not hide, what's obvious
Hand in hand, you and me,  let's become us

What a rush, girl feel the rush..
you and me, 
What a rush..
me and you..
becoming us!

Date: 6-11-14
Poet: Dave Wood


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RAINBOW

                                                 she and who                                           
                                             amazing lady you .
                                      as you have never been 
                                      like him has never seen 
                                         and no one will know .

                                         at the night at the sea 
                                       when there you will be ..
                                      in the wind you and who ,

                                        you dance in the wind 
                                     when the start never end ,
                                      with  the waves both flow 

                                      water me and the buds ,
                                   teach the buds how to grow..

                                     drop me back to the rain ..
                                   keep with you the love chain
                                      then back me to the bow...

                                      the amazing one are you

                                      your words like the touch ,
                                       your touch like the  dew,

                                     keep on singing every day .
                                      toward you open the way ,
                                      let the feeling ..let it glow...

                                   keep on raising rate of beats ..
                                    and  the snow let me heat  
                                     then the raising keep slow 
                                         broken hearts i treat....

                                    in the breathing let me live ,
                                        let me come ,let me go
                                  and your sadness let you blow..

                               how the chance became dance ,
                                     how the arts of the parts ,
                                     let me see and you show,
                                      god creation ,god draw,

                       no one has ever seen like you and who,
                                         words from the heart ...
                                     from the feeling i will sew

                                     the wondrous one are you.




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Shall We Dance?

Every word I write
I listen to, I see.
For the familiar sound
Is what I call poetry.
It may sound crazy,
But the music I hear
Surrounds me in distinction
And quality,
While I'm envisioning
All sorts of things.
When I read a genuine poem,
I feel like I'm ready 
To dance,
And I ask you to join me 
When I read one 
Aloud to you...


Shall we dance?


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Women’s Traditional Dance—Oneida Nation

The sun receded quietly on a relaxing siesta, as 
Calm clouds of the mid-afternoon smiled henced,
The beat of the drums provideth dancing rhythm
As she moved in pure elegance with harmony, to
A style of danced buoyantly bouncing in melody.

Crafted beadworks accented her warmth charm,
Under her delicately brown-jeweled moccasins
The grass provideth such a natural cushion,
As Angular unique flexings of her gentle knees
Resonated like an eagle’s stealthy landing

Quietly in its nests with an eye on a nice prize.
She tingled as the sound of bells jingled
Sending pure melodic rhythm to ears—many!
Whilst she turned in an elegantly slow motion
Fringes from her shawl swayed air of warmth.

The balls of her feet moved in slight degrees as
Her heels touched Mother Earth softly in harmony,
She smiled as the judges watched intently. Like
A graceful dove she floated with precision—uniquely!
Her buckskin regalia trimmings—so singed softly!

As she danced in the sunset evening's twilight;
She created an energetic circle of life’s fire
Yet, never raised her ceremonial feathered fan,
Whilst in clear focus emerged from the dance
Regal styles of proud cultural Native heritage 

A contrastingly exquisite fine female figure 
Arousing sights in the soft evening’s twilight,
Dispelling the uncertainly to even look twice,
Elegantly noble and much marvelously nice:
She was naturally—First Woman!

~~~~~~~~~**********~~*~~~~~~~~~

Written During Oneida Nation Annual 2010
Independence Weekend Pow-wow Celebration
Host Drummers – Bear Creek
Oneida, Wisconsin, Bordering Green Bay

~~~~~~~~~**~~*********~~~~~~~~~

Won Honorable Mentioned Prize
Images Contest
Sponsored by Frank Herrera
7/15/10

~~~~~~~~~**~~*********~~~~~~~~~


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Music

Music calms the angry heart, its glorious rhythm penetrates the dark, the way I feel when the sound waves seep through my hair, consumes my soul with a suttle stare, my feet so happy, my body enriched with vibrations, my soul so at ease, I'm here for the taking.
 

I play from my experience, I put on a show, my hidden words entangled with the things that I know, smiles surround me, they glance by my feet, their inner beings amazed by my beat.
 

I beat my drums, I play my strings, they show me their affection, this is where I get my wings, they say I can fly, it seems I can soar, my music so perfect, they keep asking for more.
 

I do what I love, and they love what I do, music is my life, I am so happy that I can share it with you.


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THIS MUST BE LOVE

I remember a time I saw you smile
And I stopped and looked
Even stared for awhile
Cause you just have that way with me
Especially when there's a band
I hate to admit, but it's true 
I'm putty in your hands

So let's hit the floor and dance away
When we are all done 
Now will be yesterday
And ole Frank would be real proud
Girl, my feet are off the ground
This must be love, yeah.. It's love
'Cause my head is in the clouds
I'm in the clouds...
This must be love, yeah.. It's love!

*Frank is in reference to Frank Sinatra.. Tune is Big Band 

Date: 7-31-14
Poet: Lyric Man


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he is leaving home

                            
                  In great respect of the band I grew up listening to
                       as sure as Mom passed down Saturday Chores 
                      for I had been chosen to scrub bathroom floors `

                    Yet a familiar sound would bring me to keep scrubbing
                       The red album, The blue album , The White album 
                        Then .. Abbey Road , always remembering the sad look on
                  Ringo's face ,  something hard to understand underneath~
                       
                      I get it now, what you were saying all those years ago ,
                    the many sad lonely tears , secret tears , secret fears 
                    For Maxwell's Hammer was a real one . It wanted silence

                    Going back ..remembering when John Lennon died 
                      I was in Arkansas saddened with the world .
                      Then seeing his face saying " Drag isn't it " 
                      No .. this was not my hero in music and song .

                      he was a stand in hired William , he filled his shoes 
                      bringing diversity to create so much beautiful music from loss

                       One left standing , alone;; grief struck on back cover ~
                       The other identity hidden, tried to be part of ..coming together
                                                                                                                                                                        
                            his  world of secrets
                        He to suffers today , in fear , Faul~
                       
                        Too many years gone by .let us tell the Truth. Let us be free
                         The very sad long and winding Road ~
                         Let us Bury our real Paul. 

                         No more " Mystery tour "
                             No more fear 
                                Let him be in peace ~


           Inspired by " The Last Testament of George Harrison , Is Paul Dead ? "

                






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DANCE

A young novice in a new town
where He didn't know a soul
His head was spinning so fast
he just wanted to do his role

Oh.. it's hard to be the rookie
where every single thing is new
Stepped outside the boundaries 
'cause he really didn't have a clue

He was living for the weekend
time to finally relax and unwind
Jumping off the conveyer belt
where he'd been running blind

Now he's off to the county dance
feels like the whole town is there
But on this turf he's comfortable
and pretty girls are everywhere

Not a shy bone is in his body
one by one he takes their hand
Feels like Heaven in this moment
he's loving this thumping band

You talk about total cluelessness
he thought the night was going well
One boy didn't like his girl chasing 
now his eye is starting to swell

He never thought about social politics
wow, was that a huge mistake
Be careful how you compliment
or next bones he might just break

Friend, when your new in the city
but careful who you romance
Those pretty girls might be taken
and not just by your dance!

*The Town is Poetry Soup.  The Dance is the exchange of comments.  The black eye was because the new writer didn't know all the politics going on here.  More details.. You'll have to read between the lines :)

Sponsor: Poet Destroyer A
Contest Name: Today's Poem


By: Dave Wood


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A Folk Song from India

BACKGROUND DETAILS ARE GIVEN ON MY BLOG POSTED TODAY
'Folk Songs Themes Are Same In Every Language'

A Folk Song from India

O my Sakhi,* bring the Dholak*,      we would sing a song,
O friend, my love is coming,	                 from a far-off city,
While bringing the Dholak,*         bring also the   Mazeera,*
We would sing a song and        we would dance  together.


The Jhoola*  is ready,		       on the branch of  Mango tree,
On the beat of Dholak, 	we would swing high touching the sky,
O my friend, bring the Dholak*,  we would sing a song together,
O Sakhi* my love is coming,	                         from a far-off city,


O my friend push the swing,                            so high in the sky,
I may see my Sasuma*,                  leaving the house for a while,
The swing is ready,			      on the branch of  Mango tree,
On the beat of Dholak,    we would swing high touching the sky,


O my friend please push the swing,                  so high in the sky,
That I may see, my Nanda,*     also leaving the house for a while,
O Sakhi,  please, increase the swinging,            so high in the sky,
That I may see my Dever* also,      leaving the house for a  while.

O my friend increase the swinging,                     so high in the air,
That I may see my Sasur*too, have to leave the house for a while, 
O my dear Sakhi,* please increase the swinging, so high this time,
That I may see the face of my love,        coming after a long while.

O my friend,            please push the swing   in such a way this time,
That my love may come to me,                     searching his dear wife. 
Then Sakhi increase the beat and sound of the Dholak,   so much so,
That everyone may feel that   we are singing the  song in full swing,
When you bring the Dholak,*                      bring also the Mazeera,*
We would sing a song and                        we would dance   together.

Ravindra
Kanpur India 22nd Jan. 2010

Meaning of some Hindi words used

Sakhi* Means =Female friend of a girl or woman
Sasu* Means = Mother-in-law
Sasur* Means= Father-in-law
Nanda* Means= Husband’s sister
Dever* Means= Husband’s brother
Jhoola* Means= A rope cradle or rope swing handing on tree branch 

Dholak* Means= Dholak also known as dholki is a barrel shaped hand drum that is widely used in folk and popular music in India. The dholak has derived its name from Persian language, as it is a diminutive of Dhol.
The dholak is widely used in folk music of villages of India. 



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Rainy Day Dance

The cloudy sky is painted
in grays of every hue
in the quiet of my room
I sit alone and blue
but then I hear the music
of the falling rain
in the beat it's tapping
on my window pane

It is an invitation
to join its dance so free
the song that it is playing
is playing just for me
and I can feel my spirit
lifting in the breeze
I see through my window
blowing in the trees

So I leave the shelter of
my hot and lonely room
to splash about in puddles
and leave behind my gloom
then like a little child
happy in her play
I dance with the raindrops
on this summer day

Although the sun's not shining
I'm filled with golden light
and everything looks lovely
that comes within my sight
and I will go on dancing
with the falling rain
splashing in the puddles
just like a child again


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Revelling in the Rain

 
Revelling  in  the  rain  
That  goes  tapping  on  my  back.
I  twirl,  'am  in  no  haste;
With  a  weedy  leafy  dirndle 
Wrapped  around  my  waist.
I  swing  and  I  sway, 
Drifting  about  in  gay;
Pirouetting  with  the  posies, 
Floating  in  the  pristine  air.
I  dance  with  no  refrain, 
Foot  taps  whispering  with  the  rain.
The  entire  world  stood, 
As  in  a  clearing  in  the  wood; 
With  festoons  of  flowers  and  foliage, 
Them  all  ornating  my  stage.
Till  I  dance  into  the  dawn, 
And  a  grey  and  cloudy  morn; 
Rain  capering  with  me, 
Accompanying  me  for  a  song.


``  

For Charlotte Puddifoot's Contest : "First Poem On Soup"



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Cowgirl Hat Song on CD

She has a cowgirl hat and a set of spurs,
And sometimes she's as gentle as a cat that purrs,
Imagine that....she's my way with words,
And her and I together'd tame a buffalo herd,

Yea! she's the cats meow...can make a racehorse nicker,
Make a wolf pack howl...when our hearts are gettin' quicker,
When we go downtown to dance and drink some liquor,
We get unwound..meet friends...the mood gets thicker,

Imagine that  and also this,
I can't resist her country cowgirl kiss,
And that is that and this is this,
She can't resist this country cowboys kiss,

Yea! she's the cats meow....can make a racehorse nicker,
Make a wolf pack howl...when our hearts are gettin' quicker,
When we go downtown to dance and drink some liquor,
We enjoy the sounds of those drums and guitar pickers.

And that is that...along with this,
I can't resist her country cowgirl kiss,
Imagine that...she's my way with words..
Yea! her and I together'd tame a buffalo herd,
Yea! her and I together'd tame a buffalo herd,
My baby has a cowgirl hat......Imagine that!!


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Grandma Was Dancing

She was a tappin' to the tunes...
of those Mississippi blues...
step-pin' out, in her white...
Pat-en-leather shoes,

We were a watchin' her a prancin',
all through the kitchen, dancin'...
for she was so...hot & sizzlin'...
hummin' to those Mississippi tunes...

Funny curlers too, upon...
her head...for a new... Hair dew,...
she was, a swirlin'-in that bakers apron,
when her head...star-ted a bobbin' to...
those Mississip-pi blues,

'Pots were a knockin'...
Grandma a sockin' down all she brews,
while that kettle there was whistlin',
in har-mo-ny, with them good ole...
good ole...mississip-pi moves,'

That floor there, was a bouncin'
holdin' hands we were a jumpin',
an-a hoppin' In the kitchen, to those...
                  sounds ...
Where Grandma's feet were a stompin',
In her new...New-white-sexy-pat-en-
leather-shoes...
(ya hoo)


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He Likes Ugly Girls

Baby, I see you starin' at him,
But you ought to give me whirl;
'Cause he's a handsome hunk,
But when he gets drunk...
Baby, he likes ugly girls.

Yeah, he still lives with his Momma
Even tho' he's 33.
She starches and irons his jeans and shirts,
And he brings home new recipes.

She's told him he's good lookin',
And there's no doubt it's true;
But when he takes home a pretty woman,
Momma says, "Son, she won't be true."

She says, "Son, if you want good lovin',
A plain and homely gal will provide.
She'll treat you right, mornin' and night;
And keep you satisfied."

So baby, you can stare at him, 
But you ought to give me a whirl;
'Cause he's a handsome hunk, 
But when he gets drunk....
Baby, he likes ugly girls.

You don't stand a chance.
That boy loves his Momma.

Yeah, he goes for ugly girls.


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Ring around the Ros-ie AL-OU-ET-TE

Constance, this is a song with dance that we as children use
to sing and dance to the “Ring Around The Rosie’ game. I wrote
This poem(SONG) using Nette‘s:  ALOUETTE meter and rhyme scheme.
Meter: 5, 5, 7, 5, 5, 7
Rhyme Scheme: a, a, b, c, c, b

"RING AROUND THE ROS-IE, AL-OU-ET-TE"
  
~Ring around the rose...
Bugs flew up my nose...
                             “STOCKIN FEET…AL-OU-ET-TE“
~Dancing in moon light...
Yes with all our might...
                              "AL-OU-ET-TE…I CAN‘T SEE”  

~Fireflies to and fro, 
Emits awesome glow,
                              “AL-OU-ET-TE…LOUD WHOO-PEE”
~We spoon under moon...
Weeping cries of Loon...
                              “RING ROS-IE…AL-OU-ET-TE!”

~Ring of love on fire,
Passion’s love inspire,
                              “Al-OU-ET-TE.. NEATH GUM TREE”
~Our true love be strong,
True love can’t be wrong,
                              “AL-OU-ET-TE.. LOVERS BE” 

Dancing…
              “STOCKIN FEET…AL-OU-ET-TE“
Singing…
             “AL-OU-ET-TE…I CAN‘T SEE”
Singing…
            “AL-OU-ET-TE…LOUD WHOO-PEE”
Dancing…
            “RING ROS-IE…AL-OU-ET-TE!”
Spooning…
            “Al-OU-ET-TE.. NEATH GUM TREE”
Spooning…
            "LOVERS BE...AL-OU-ET-TE"

For Constance’s; “A Poem, Please
By John Moses Freeman 8/29/2011

•Alouette: Alouette is the French word for a lark . Alouette or alouettes may also refer to: In music and literature:" "Alouette" (song), a children's ... 


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DJ Lance Romance

Dance dance
Into a trance
We beat as one
Sexual heat, sexual romance
Love is fire
Love is ice
Only in Trance
Do we feel the romance
We are hot, as we move
In the groove of summer nights
We beat as one
Trance embraced
Dancing loves feeling heat
Released in passions delight
We get hot
We get free ready for flight
In the beat 
Musical rhythms
Give us this heat
Love is fire
As we dance this night

We beat as one
Sexual heat, sexual romance


This poem is dedicated to a friend of mine who passed away suddenly, he was a DJ known as DJ Lance Romance. Although many may not relate to this style of music, this DJ was someone who loved life, his kids, and his knowledge of all genres of music was impressive indeed. Music is indeed a bridge that can bring people form diverse backgrounds together, to dance and smile!!


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MOONLIGHT SERENADE

Young girl I saw you there tonight
your grandpa smiled, music played
And all the world was feeling right
listening to a moonlight serenade

You grew up fast the world to see
became so busy with offering aid
A servant's heart yet a soul set free
listening to a moonlight serenade

There's a young man at the gate 
thoughts of you he can't escape
Dreams and sings romantic song
roses sigh of love all night long

The world's a tiger you have its tail
through all, a tigress you've stayed 
Yet haunted by a night sky's spell
listening to a moonlight serenade

Please take my hand I promise you 
under heaven's canopy displayed
A sweet romance till morning's blue
listening to a moonlight serenade

I'm the young man, I'm at your gate 
thoughts of you I can not escape
Dreaming and singing romantic song
roses sigh of love all night long

Oh we'll romance till morning's blue
listening to a moonlight serenade

    ..You're my moonlight serenade!

*Dedicated to Grandpa

Sponsor: Linda  (Contest #5 Poem Never Entered Into A Pervious Contest)
Date: 5-15-14
Poet: Dave Wood


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Come Dance Again

~**~ To reach out and touch you Feel your warmth on my skin So intangible So surreal As sun sets on pillows And mist laden sorrows The dark windswept willows Now sleep till tomorrow Then come dance again As the sun sets up high And the whispering wind Carries a soft kiss of Spring rain As sun sets on pillows And snow covered mountains The crash of swift rivers Lift fleeting light fountains As dainty droplets fall Sending you sweet kisses Springs soft kiss of rain Come dance again As sun sets on pillows And oceans set motions The sweet songbirds chorus Fills a million emotions To reach out and touch you In Spring's soft kisses of rain Come dance again.. ~**~


Details | I do not know? | |

Welcome 2013

Well we are already a couple of months in so i just wanted to say welcome. 
this will be a new journey for the both of us, so i hope it will be awesome. 
I will try to write more than usual this year, I promise. :)
What would help tho if you readers would send me topics and stuff to help me write about things cuz my mind goes way faster than my fingers and i cant think of just one thing. lol. so thank you readers. plz comment and tell me your thoughts.