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Famous Ballroom Poems by Famous Poets

These are examples of famous Ballroom poems written by some of the greatest and most-well-known modern and classical poets. PoetrySoup is a great educational poetry resource of famous ballroom poems. These examples illustrate what a famous ballroom poem looks like and its form, scheme, or style (where appropriate).

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...hair. And our strife
Lasted one reeling second, his knife
Lay and winked in the lights overhead.
And the waltz from the ballroom I heard,
When I called him a low, sneaking cur.
And the wail of the violins stirred
My brute anger with visions of her.
As I throttled his windpipe, the purr
Of his breath with the waltz became blurred.
I have ridden ten miles through the dark,
With that music, an infernal din,
Pounding rhythmic inside me. Just Hark!
One! Two! Three! And my fingers ...Read more of this...
by Lowell, Amy



...up from the sea?
Yes, yes, I hear – I yield – no need of urging;
I know your wishes, - send Lisette to me.

I hate the ballroom; hate its gilded pleasure;
I hate the crowd within it, well you know;
But what of that? I am your lawful treasure –
And when you would display me I must go.

You bought me with a mother’s pain and trouble.
I’ve been a great expense to you always.
And now, if you can sell me, and get double
The sum cost – why, what have I to say?

You’ve done your du...Read more of this...
by Wilcox, Ella Wheeler
...whipping by, 
Or a scent like incense drifts along from the herbage ripe and dry 
-- Or the dust storms dance on their ballroom floor, where the bones of the cattle lie....Read more of this...
by Paterson, Andrew Barton
...ity like a shroud. "Is that real silk?"

A teenager inquired. "As real as Oxfam ever is

For one pound fifty." The vast ballroom was growing misty

And blurred with alcohol I’ve never had the taste for.

"**** off" a forty-plus dyed blonde said half in jest.

So I chose the only Asian girl in Squares with hair like jet

And danced with her five minutes centre stage –

I’ve lost all inhibitions in old age. A Malaysian architecture

Student invited me to sit and get my breath b...Read more of this...
by Tebb, Barry
...film a child!
The nude old woman swimming in the sea
Looked up from the dark water to watch you there;
Below, near the ballroom where the band still toiled,
The frightened, in their lifebelts, watched you bitterly -
You hypocrite! My brother! We are a pair!...Read more of this...
by Schwartz, Delmore



...ons
And the man in the straw hat stand with it in their shoes.

Here is the red marquee it sheltered under.
Here is the ballroom, here
The sadly various orchestra led
By a single gesture. My arms open.
It enters. Look, we are dancing....Read more of this...
by Justice, Donald
...ing
She leans upon the beating, throbbing
Music. Laughing, sobbing,
Feet gliding after sliding feet;
His -- hers --
The ballroom blurs --
She feels the air
Lifting her hair,
And the lapping of water on the stone stair.
He is there! He is there!
Twang harps, and squeal, you thin violins,
That the dancers may dance, and never discover
The old stone stair leading down to the river
With the chestnut-tree branches hanging over
Her and her lover.
Theodore, still her lover!
The even...Read more of this...
by Lowell, Amy
...e with a made to order smile. 

Now, all maidens, young and aged, hear the lesson I would teach: 
Ye who meet us in the ballroom, ye who meet us at the beach, 
Pray consent to try and charm us by some other sort of wile 
And relieve us from the burden of that made to order smile....Read more of this...
by Laurence Dunbar, Paul
...s whipping by, 
Or a scent like incense drifts along from the herbage ripe and dry 
- Or the dust storms dance on their ballroom floor, where the bones of the cattle lie....Read more of this...
by Paterson, Andrew Barton
...of English life.

I went up the stairs between them all,
Strange and frightened and shy and small,
And as I entered the ballroom door,
Saw something I had never seen before
Except in portraits— a stout old guest
With a broad blue ribbon across his breast—
That blue as deep as the southern sea,
Bluer than skies can ever be—
The Countess of Salisbury—Edward the Third—
No damn merit— the Duke— I heard
My own voice saying; 'Upon my word,
The garter!' and clapped my hands like a c...Read more of this...
by Miller, Alice Duer

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