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Evil Dance Poems | Evil Poems About Dance

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Details | Monoku |

The Playground

We are all in the devil's playground, 
now watch as I breach over and hold on to God's hand real tight. 

#1. The underground is never lonely, to many hot dates. 

#2. The host and the guest never seem to rest.

#3. The light will always shine upon my soul, no matter the shadow.


Copyright © Poet Destroyer A | Year Posted 2013

Details | Narrative |

A Land Bearing Green White Green

Which way leads to the 
land of green white 
Which way are we 
   A country the wicked 
bears the rulership, and 
the people sighing 
   A terrible thing sprouts 
beneath the sun: a 
pregnant woman 
delivering not.
Imps come to lime-light 
by snuffing air from the 
goose that laid the 
golden eggs.
The blind guiding the un
The weak suppressing 
the strong-a terrible 
Like the overthrow of the 
gods at Mt. Olympus by 
the Titans.
A country where also 
thieves appear as men of 
Land of green white 
green,which way?
A land where the 
enlightened ones are 
overshadowed and 
peanuts given to them.
The masses are dogs that 
eat the crumbs.
 Which way to go you 
Iliterates stand on 
podium of power 
bellowing orders as milk 
of sorrow known as 
dividends of democracy 
is passed around.
The machine of progress 
manned by the 
"There is better 
tomorrow" we hear.
Land of green white 
green,my country 
where rule of law walk 
beside anarchy.
The proles are sentenced 
to adversity,and there 
endured death-like trials.
Chai! Aru! People 
dancing on thorns 
whimpering as they 
  I see a new sun rising 
from the horizon,hope is 
rekindled as its rays 
grace on hopeless bodies.
 Look!! there soon be 


Copyright © Ifeanyi Bob Ekechukwu | Year Posted 2013

Details | Epic |

Lost ones

All these people
so deeply lost in their minds
In the universe,
could you ever find
Something so destructive,
yet so deeply and truly divine

We are in this transcendental place outside
Its where we all hide
We are all trying to find a place where we will forever reside
We are just playing
No need to get a fright
We are all really, 
just very high...
Chasing the night
Flying through never ending time
Searching in the darkness,
for a trace of light
The heavenly skies...

No need to cry
They just want you to die
So that they can forever,
and never, say goodbye

Aim high
The heavens behold 
An unremarkable sight

There is a battle, a never ending fight
in our minds
Kiss the sky
Where the angel birds fly

Hermes takes over the night
To give our children a fright
He calls upon the darkness in our eyes
He sucks out our spirits love supply
Hermes, why?
Do we either love or hate inside?
Are we just tempting fate?
We don't know where to hide...

Bring back the light of day
While darkness slowly fades away
to the rhythm of love
we sway today.

Copyright © Dani Elle | Year Posted 2014

Details | Epic |

Betch Please, Really

I simply love being me for I am so good at everything step into my city and they will tell you who is King one day when I am hungry I will swallow everything then and only then shall I inherit the stuff I dream even then I promise not to settle for satisfaction at any instant half a second I could spring into full action so go against me? please, you do not even measure up to half of the goodness that I hold tight like my treasure still spreading rumors about me to try and destroy my life can't believe I let myself get beat by a stripper and my self-intended knife try and say I'm gay even though we both know that isn't the truth just ask any woman I been with if they ever needed proof they'll say I was the cream of the crop as they took it all night knowing I just may never stop I own the status of a legend now what you got left to say when I bring it twenty-four seven?

Copyright © Bj Fard | Year Posted 2013

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 | Year Posted 2013

Details | Rhyme |

The Devil's Dance

Each morning when I first awake.
To start my day of work.
I find myself pulled slowly back.
I almost feel his smirk.

The devil’s up before the sun.
And he won’t miss a chance.
It’s when we start our daily waltz.
The devil loves to dance.

I shake him off and soon I’m up.
And getting on my way.
But I am always on the watch.
For evil loves to play.

When I'm driving to my job.
We cha-cha once again.
With many drivers cutting in.
He’s lurking inside men.

Later, while I’m on the phone.
The horrid words I hear.
Intimidating, for they’re meant.
To make me hate and fear.

But then I think and bite my tongue.
For he won’t bring me down.
To the place where evil dwells.
And misery abounds.

Even at the grocery store.
His tango is the sign.
Those who step in front of me.
And try to break the line.

But I am stronger than he is.
So when he thinks he’s won.
I find the words to be polite.
And ruin all his fun.

Now, each day I’m careful.
To be aware of when.
The devil tries to take my hand.
And start to dance again.

Copyright © Samia Ali Arroyo | Year Posted 2012

Details | Narrative |

The Devil Dances In Clawed Feet

 The Devil Dances In Clawed Feet
         (A lively little jig too) 

I dreamed of darkness in a room round
there were in it boxes dark black.
Opening each nothing in it was found
except a worn and torn empty sack.

After the heavy lids I then closed
strange figure sat in the corner.
And there it smiled big as it posed
hat removed, it was a two horner!

Now give the devil his credit and due
for in his hand a snake appeared.
Why on earth it laughed I had no clue
I was shaken and much a'feared!

As it crawled over to my shaking feet
devil rose to dance a jolly jig.
Music played to a dark, horrific beat
and my wide eyes got saucer big.

In fear, I stomped the snake into mush
devil only laughed hard at me.
With a wicked grin and whispered hush
told me what the cost would be.

Say I was shocked, hell I was floored
his price was a dance with me.
A fine, lively jig because he was bored
only then did clawed feet I see!

Music played another lively little beat
my arm he grabbed and we danced.
While my eyes never left his clawed feet
in his delight, my how he pranced!

Finished he took himself a mighty big bow
into sacks in the boxes he leaped.
Now my mind wondered what and the how
was devil's torment next be reaped!

The boxes vanished leaving sacks of gold
there was gold coins in each sack.
Now I believe every devil story I am told
and pray -
Like hell, my dancing partner comes back!

R.J. Lindley

Note- From my private journal. I was 18 when I
wrote this one. I think I thought it quite funny.
Sept 12th, 1972

Side note-- Money all gone now but those sacks now hold

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2015

Details | Bio |

The Dance of The Dead

When I was young, mother would say, 
Let me sing, and you'll be okay,
And when I've got to be away,
sing to yourself, and let it play.

Then I heard a scream, in the dead of  night.
I awoke to the ghost, of her sickly sight.
Her face was paled, and her skin peeled back,
Above her stood a man in black.
I saw him salt her open wounds, 
Her arms and legs danced to no tune.

Older now, but dreams are timeless,  
Drunken,  stumbling home and dimeless.
I see her face in my nightmares,
I can't escape the lifeless stares.

The only thing that numbs my pain,
Is watching corpses go insane.
I sing to myself as I cut,
I spread their skin, removing guts.

I salt their exposed nerves, like zombies in a trance,
Their limbs contort and turn, oh how the lifeless dance.

I plead for mercy, from anyone.
I listen for god, but have found none.
I watch them pray before they die,
That's how I know it's all a lie.
I promise if he answers me,
I'll feel emotion when they plea.

Rigor mortis hasn't yet set in,
They're limbs still flail at my every whim.
Some of them still moan and cry,
They're vocal chords don't know they've died.

The stench of waste still permeates,
I've gotta say, I love the taste.
Moaning when they defecate,
Humming softly, while they shake.

I salt their exposed nerves, like zombies in a trance,
Their limbs contort and turn, oh how the lifeless dance.

Copyright © Bo Vigoren | Year Posted 2016

Details | Rhyme |

The Dance

She was young and naive, easy to deceive,
Delicate and faint, some what a saint.
Hungry for change, in some ways just strange,
Open for new, oh what that would do.
A sinister smile, met her one night.
Eger to feed his own appetite,
Eyes like hawk,
Physique of a snake,
Words whispered out, “Hi my name is Jake.”

The days she thought she was missing,
Blinded by all their ravishing kissing,
Passion had its fall,
When she realized there was no ball.
She should have lost both her slippers,
Since price charming, became Mr. Ripper.
Sometimes love pays a price, 
When it was lust that made her initially enticed.

From the moment he seemed to ask her name,
She did not realized she entered a game,
All of this seemed exciting and new,
For a second, it was like a dream come true.
He continued to pursue her all through the late hours,
Even went and picked her some burgundy flowers.
Preparing her heart to accept his invite,
They had entered into the twilight.

 The days she thought she was missing,
Blinded by all there ravishing kissing,
Passion had its fall,
When she realized there was no ball.
She should have lost both her slippers,
Since price charming, became Mr. Ripper,
Sometimes love pays a price,
 When it was lust that made her initially enticed.

He asked her to dance under the crescent moon,
Then gently kissed her, and began to consume.
All of the breathe inside of her lips,
As he held tight to her lovely hips,
She gasped for air, but he didn’t stop,
When suddenly, there was a little pop
She fell to the ground,
With no one around,
He kissed her goodnight,
After his bite.


Copyright © Sabina Nicole | Year Posted 2011

Details | ABC |

Diamond Dance

Villages crushed, by shiny rocks, 
Demolished while, the profits shot, 
Sapper gets nought, from shards in sand, 
His life and yours, in wicked hands [

Twist in it’s dance, 
You are entranced 
Until the last. 

The king’s cup flows, over with blood, 
You know you think, money is love, 
Giving nothing, they steal your trust, 
Binding you with, aesthetic lust. 

You can’t break the, hardest substance, 
Your body twists, in diamond dance, 
Would you save a, million lives, 
Or get lost in, it’s twinkling eye? 

Puppets in the diamond dance, 
Mankind lost in, the wicked trance, 
If you mistake, waste for romance, 
You won’t have an-ything that lasts. 

Purest glass light, that grows in earth, 
Heaven from soil, the land gave birth, 
But it won’t feed, humanity 
Your mindless greed, their agony 

Copyright © Danny Stockton | Year Posted 2015

Details | Rhyme |

The Devil Came Knocking at My Door

The Devil came knocking at my door,
Coming in disguise, enticing me to the dance floor.
He whispered in my ear, saying he owned my soul.
Then I felt his manipulative evil, trying to take control.

I got out my Bible and began to read His word.
And I knew my prayers to God had not gone unheard.
Be careful which door you decide to open,
If you lose perspective, you could end up lost and broken.

Copyright © Brenda McGrath | Year Posted 2016

Details | Lay |

The Fate of Ancient Egypt

Warriors are no longer raging,
Women are no longer singing.
Firelight prances inside Seth's eyes,
dancing over Giza he cries:

"Fire! Fire! It will find you all
Even those who refuse to fall,
So even if you escape my deadly chant
Your ashes shall lie where living things aren't.

"If you would try to save the day,
It will be hell you'd have to pay.
I shall breathe my fatal breath
Upon those of you who run from death.

"Your pharaohs shall kneel before me crying
To be set free without you all dying,
But my deserts remain hot as ever
And none can escape - not even the clever.

"Only the faithful to me shall be spared,
So yes, the ones who have never cared.
They'll ball their fists and bare their teeth at Ra!"

"Forever obeying me."

By Leanne Walsh
04/20/2014 (MM/DD/YY)

Copyright © Leanne Walsh | Year Posted 2014

Details | Rhyme |

May I Dance With You

She cried All Hallows Eve dancing under the twilit moon, nothing to feel except the fear rushing through her veins- She knew the night of Halloween would be coming soon, and she would see her monster with blood-stained fangs. The mirror disguised all hope for her redemption, the comfortable torment from last year brought anticipation- She knew deep down she would never be an exemption, although her lover died during a quarrels reconciliation. The eventide of anxiety reached its highest peak, dismay captured her essence and she lost all her ease- He arrived every Halloween but never did speak, for he was made to bring death to the roaring seas. One look at him she was filled with trepidation, for another dance would really do her in this time- But deep down she envied his thirst for retaliation, as they danced, what was really going through his mind? Deep dark secrets constantly reveal intimate desires, the vampire arrived when she needed him the most- His anger ignited a blazed moment ending with a bloody fire, and she quickly burned turning into a hallowed ghost. Halloween is not a night of tricking or treating, not for children to dress up as if they were vicious- Not for adults to pass out candy while greeting, but for bloodsuckers tasting life, so delicious. Dancing in tears with a tormented vampire, brought her deep fears filled with desire. May I Dance With You Contest Sponsor: Galeo DS October 19, 2016

Copyright © Laura Loo | Year Posted 2016

Details | Quatrain |

The Ballroom Nocturne

An altering life
a differing hell
Where the dancefloor is burning
Where the guests are unwell

Where the dancer's eyes burn
seared to the core
But not a single sound echoes
From on the dancefloor

Far from our world
another does burn
The slow scorching dance
The ballroom nocturne

Copyright © An Anomaly | Year Posted 2016

Details | Free verse |

To Dance With Thieves

Those stealers of hearts;
Untrue were some within the waltz,
Wishful toes so carefully stepped on.
So many a fair maiden dipped in deceit.

Twirling their dreams into dizzy confusion,
As they spin a yarn so sweetly in ear.
Those fleeting embraces ending in a song;
Leading damsels across floors with no beginnings.

(this knight of centuries has met these scoundrels on battlefields, 
and was always the one who rode away alive)

Copyright © 2014 Robert William Gruhn - All Rights Reserved

"A poem to me is the essence of any thought,
Being built from its foundation into tower scraping sky.
It can fly like no other bird to places never seen,
Even spaceships can only dream of taking its place."

© 2014 Robert William Gruhn

Copyright © Robert Gruhn | Year Posted 2014

Details | Prose |

Malice Behind the Mask

The esteemed guests streamed into the candle lit
Foyer and dissolved into a sea of idle courtly ritual,
Landowners, majors, magistrates, slender maidens 
And fair matrons all slithered into the modestly gilded hall so
Discreetly adorned by understated gluttony. Their lofty manners, 
Their shield ; their feigned courtesy, disguise for icy hearts.

Only a thin veneer of silky decorum coats their acrid tongues, 
For them, honest men are but emotional beasts to be 
Snared and skinned by slander most gleeful and vicious,
Leaving in their wake their perverse masterpieces—
Hollow shells that would make a taxidermist proud.

Petaled confetti is set adrift upon powdered faces and intricate wigs lost in Laughter, Chatter, and the Clatter of soles ; and as Measured gaits of the Minuet Mingled ‘Mongst The Music and Morphed into the Milieu, well bred ladies politely pricked with veiled Slights of envy, and the men indulged their ornery humor, turning giddy at the sight of Misery, their openly secret delight.

Meandering through the dense meadow of decadent masters are the servants who carry Silver platters of pheasants and plum wine. Their obedient stony facades hide hearts That lust after larceny. Birds of the same feather, separated only by station.

Alas! Heaven cries as it looks down to judge…….King Yama lets out a sigh and asks:

In this hall of monsters, who is modest still? 
In this world of wickedness, who is upright still? 
In this land of lies…..who is honest still?

Poem released into Public Domain

Original published on my blog: purelandsutras.wordpress.com

Copyright © Brian Chung | Year Posted 2016

Details | Couplet |

Mechanical Dancers

The mechanical dancers without eyes the can see
The questions you ask, the answers you need

Without tongues they will whisper, your deepest desires
claim they can fulfill them, they can take you higher

Without brains they claim thoughts, imply they empathize
saying they understand you, they truly sympathize

Without hearts they still love, not you, no, nor I
but dark horrific things, that in hell do lie

They appear with such grace, seem to know all the answers
but I beg you, don't fall to the mechanical dancers

Copyright © An Anomaly | Year Posted 2016