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Slam Dance Poems | Slam Poems About Dance

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

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I Dance

I dance in my house, ballroom, and red floor
I swing, hip hop, fiercely slam…
But I’m good at none, zilch

Russell Sivey

Copyright © Russell Sivey

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What is poetry

Poetry is music
Just words spoken and not sang
Picture the melody
Imagine the beat
You can even dance off rhythm
but be confident when you speak
Words reveal rhythmically your perception of creativity

Poetry is a place where words dance
to thoughts about the day
And the paper is where they rest
until the slam at the cafe
Then like a lion it comes in
and overpowers the beat
Placing periods in places where they shouldn't be
Betraying verbs and. cheating on metaphors with euphamisms and irony

Poetry is emotion and dance and freedom
It's a happy place for the mind and
also a spirtual medium
Poetry is art.
It's what you want it to be
So just write write write
about just about anything.

It doesn't have to rhyme....all the time
If you don't want it to
As long as it comes from the heart
No one can correct you. So Write.

January 8, 2013

Copyright © humble b

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Puppet Dance

There is a moment
When everything aligns
The chaos connects
And dots fill with lines
The hungry gets happy before it gets full
The storm magnifies
Before it falls to a lull
Imagine you are floating 
Alone and unknown
When a dragonfly who wants to dry lands on your toe
Look into its eyes 
As it stares into yours
In a sweet moment you are one
And then away it goes
It’s all part of the flow
We’re here then we’re gone
We reach then we retreat
I don’t know what I want when the world tastes so sweet
There’s a careless perfection
In the inner workings of creation, destruction
There’s a sturdy balance lifts us, drops us 
Yet we always remain in the air
Sometimes we seem to be held up by strings
A careful dance of the marionettes 
We sway with the thought 
That our clever movements are so creative
So innovative
How easy it is to ignore
When you are the puppet
How easy it is to overlook
When you are the puppeteer 

Copyright © Ashley Skillman