These Sonnet Dance poems are examples of Sonnet poems about Dance. These are the best examples of Sonnet Dance poems written by international PoetrySoup poets
Dusk, the end of day, the soften bed of moonlight,
brings wild thoughts within its sultry shadows musing.
Belle Lune, fair damsel, bringing love and fright,
release my tongue-tied self, please allow my crooning.
Troubadours have strung the onyx sky with comet
tails glittering white, and bowed each string to unite
the pensive poet's heart and that of his fair coquette;
see them sway, a dance displayed amour in the moonlight.
Shadows deepen, have they left, thought hard, grown contrite
or has the moon, amused, drawn shadows 'round as gowns?
Will he rise at dawn, curtains drawn, write of the night?
The maid, the moon, the well so deep, the heat profound
calls to him in memory, now cooled by harsh light.
For now, there is, but the empty page of daylight.
The din of cheers will die to dusk, in life
the dance will end; we take the bow
from this tall tale - goodbye to strife
at end of day- our story’s done now
we say, we had our chance, we had our dance.
Shall I now say you had me in a twirl-
locked in your embrace I felt my once
shy moves – slow waltz in time; but now that girl
you knew, to your final tune will dance no more,
will dance no more – for life is calling- the sequel
must begin; who knows where it will lead, what store
of dreams will unfold the applause we crave, or quell
the tide of hope that’s bubbling, in spring awaiting
that season of reaping to glorious sunshine, minds mating.
Will you dance, if I gently hold your hand?
Lean on me, for I will not let you fall
It's not hard, it's like learning how to stand
Don't be shy, close your eyes and give your all
Will you smile, if I whisper in your ear?
I will tell you the secrets in my heart
It's okay, there's nothing for you to fear
I'm the painter, and you my work of art
Will you love me until the day I die?
I will love you forever and a day
We cannot let this feeling pass us by
It's just funny that love should start this way
Don't be shy, close your eyes my darling wife
Will you dance if I promise you're my life?
Across the table they stared and yet not a word was heard
They saw into the soul of each, some would say 'that’s absurd'
The fingers of the lovers sparked, as they walked in unison
Through the door the lovers dance, as they danced they danced as one
The dance floor called the sheets so white; they slipped beneath them with joy
The lovers dance this love so deep between this girl and new found boy.
Each step they danced, each move they made the dance just carried on
Throughout the hours the thief stole time but no fear the magic would never be gone.
Between the sheets the lovers did dance and each step they both did feel
This rhythm in the lovers dance each undulation it now did heal
The lovers tango as yet unfulfilled, it kept them dancing hard and long
To complete the dance they both desired, this lover’s dance will never be wrong
The dance of the lovers, twisting and turning, as one their bodies entwine
The dance the lovers did complete, unabashed, unashamed and just divine.
© ~GG~ 03/03/2013
She walked with grace through grassy meadows
pausing to smell the sensual fragrance
watching the rabbits dart down their barrows
their white tails flashing creating a drama
Azure skies blazing, making perfect the day
she laid in the grass. dreaming of her lover
handsome and very tall he was her mainstay
he set her alight making everything brighter
She remembered the way they spun around
as they danced together through the night
gay garlands hanging down they were spell bound
silhouetted in the dazzling firelight
That perfect night when all the world stood still
their last dance that night was a quadrille
O for the skills to calm a flighty horse.
Compact its trombone limbs with reins and legs.
Exact perfection without noticeable force,
all trouble and delight that beauty begs.
One horse, one rider, indivisible;
sky-born with earth-bound duty to endorse.
Control from legs and seat must be invisible,
obeying smooth transitions on the course.
Struck by awe, crowds watch, as in a trance
a pleasure trip controlled by aids precise.
Such liveliness contained in equine dance,
by what divine device - this Paradise?
Each discipline involved must scarce be seen.
Before our eyes must seem a floating dream.
It’s raining, it’s raining
Come see the peacock dance
How beautiful it looks
With its wings that look like small, feathery fans
When it starts to rain
It’s beautiful to see the peacocks dance
We love to gaze at the beautiful sight
And do not want to miss the chance
It’s such a wonder
To see them dance so gracefully
That we should accept to surrender
Our pride when we see them dance
We should not cut tress
So that we can see them dance in peace
In A Hotel Room
In a hotel room, she lies, literally to herself.
Their meetings filled with desire are brief.
How can she put her dignity on a shelf
Lost, between the crumpled sheet.
As a friend I helplessly watch
As her happiness turns to shame
All the joy before is lost
Falling for this hoodlums game.
There is no love in a hotel room
Used for trysts and rendezvous
As she leaves she's filled with gloom
Not the girl that I once knew.
Players play for keeps
no conscience they can sleep.
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.
Inside my stomach I feel the flutters, I don't know what to think
so I watch other mothers.
Our future uncertain - yet an exciting mystery.
I can not wait to meet you, I wonder if you will look like me!
A child's love I have been told is the purest kind of love, like gold.
Is it true? I hope I feel such love from you.
Of course I'm nervous and scared, but if you think I'm bad,
well you should see your dad!
He loves you already, that is what he often tells me.
In nine months time the mystery will be solved,
October will be a time for smiles with all involved.
(any advice would be helpful)