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Metaphor Dance Poems | Metaphor Poems About Dance

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Details | Verse |

Sun Dance

~Sun Dancing~         

Bright yellow sparks glisten around the landscape
Sheer environment expose  
Warmth slinks down every step        
So--  Invigorating 
Spur like rays muster in long light
The wolves wait to howl
Soon--Bunch of flowers 
Huddle in with sunlit love
Luminous rave  

By; pd

(For contest) 

Copyright © Poet Destroyer A | Year Posted 2013

Details | Shape |


It was him, and immediately I felt the very moment he too, saw me as I entered the room. I averted my eyes, seemingly not magnetized, yet his form continued to caress the corner of my eyes. My entire body was so attuned to his every movement, I sighed. Suffused with such warmth was I, knowing he was looking at me…alone. I tried to turn away, but felt the searing heat where his eyes touched my skin. I realized I was hypnotized, mesmerized by the power of intense attraction. Minutes passed by, I would catch again his eyes, staring, brooding. Overwhelmed by his presence, I felt such effervescence. Senses wired to all that was him, I was exulted to know that his eyes were as glued to me as mine were to him. Nobody, no one else. Him and only him. He moved, the second I floated to him. I stopped, time to catch my breath. Him whose strides came quickly to my side. Such panther’s grace, eyes holding my stare, he smiled. The wineglass in my hand trembled, serene not I, far from calm. Suffused with much warmth was I, knowing he was looking at me…alone. I turned away, and felt the searing heat where his eyes just touched my skin. Hand on my elbow, he silently led me to where the crowds were, to dance . Such arrogance, I thought I’ve had enough as a child, of dominance. Yet I, surprised, felt the rush of liquid fire through my veins with his large hand, warm and steady on my bare back. Alive were all nerve ending, as we went dancing through the night, I heard the loud sound of the wild beating of my heart. Suddenly…I was jarred, and from a dream, woke up I.
Kim Patrice Nunez DREAMS CONTEST - 10 th Place SPONSOR: ROB CARMACK 23 April 2015

Copyright © KP Nunez | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse |

Black Swan

Dance for me now ...

Eyes of polished onyx pierce me like the keen edge
Of a scalpel, deftly wielded ... the black blood of my

Heart flowing in and around you, warm and welcomed
To your wings, and the aspiration of our spirits ... air

Between us as still as ruin, while the world spins outward,
Ever ... calm coalescence in a realm of chaos ... airborne

And harmonious, sublime, if only ephemeral - if only
Once ... I am your vessel, awaiting, I am your barre,

To stretch and strain upon, I am the adoration in your
Hush, and the dark feathers of your plume, rapt in awe

By such immaculate and lithe form ... destroyed wholly
By the grace of your movements, and the exquisite finish

Of your line and flow 'en fouette', it is the anger and
Complete abandon in your expression that at once

Terrifies me and slays my spirit ... that brings all that
Is demoness to your passion, and all that is angelic to

Your ire ... spellbound by the dance, I fall into your
Shadow, and let your dark wings surround my delirium ...

An aphotic interplay of souls, a forbidden allurement of
Figures, a carnal and concupiscent 'Pas de deux' of fury ...

Dance for me ... now ...

** SECOND PLACE in the "Contest Number 360" Poetry Contest, Brian Strand, Sponsor. **

** SECOND PLACE in the "Obsession" Poetry Contest, Silent One, Sponsor.

Copyright © Gregory R Barden | Year Posted 2017

Details | Free verse |

Groundswell Girl - Named by JB

Enter a storybook tale
Where I can be 
The heroine you hail
Lucid dreams of soft reflection
A touch heated with lust and desired protection
A breathe a gasp as we succeed 
Join the fairytale with me
Valiant night within dark eyes
the right movement and I make them shine
like moonlight on the steamy hot spring
care to follow for a little dip with me
Trailing like the water at my fingertips
Grasp me around my hips
As close as the breeze on my skin 
Whisper lies as I let you in 
Lips mumbling up my thighs
bare heart exposed to the sky 
fire burning in my veins
Am I a mistress of this lust or simply a slave
Trembling with desire
Take me till we've lost count of the hours
enter this storybook tale
Where I can be the heroine you hail

Copyright © Jay Loveless | Year Posted 2012

Details | Haiku |

Rain 2

Clouds full to the brim
Dancing footfalls jingle down
Melting chocolates
15/5/16, Kolkata

Copyright © Probir Gupta | Year Posted 2016

Details | Free verse |


Sway over me,
My weeping willow ...
Twist and twirl in the
Whisk of a mistral,
Beget of precise desire.

Supple branches to
Arc en Arabesque,
Wistful and prurient,
Your yielding boughs,
Bowed in contours to

Seduce languid hearts.
Mine, a simpleton's folly
To the unwary prey be,
A beguiled harlequin
Rendered your vamp,

The torrid martyr of
An earthly Jezebel's ire,
Offered up willingly to
Your arborous gallows,
If but just once to join,

To twirl and twist and
Mingle and entwine ...
If but just once to dance
With my weeping willow ...
And sway.

** FIRST PLACE in the "July Premiere Poetry Contest", Brian Strand, Sponsor. **

Copyright © Gregory R Barden | Year Posted 2016

Details | Rhyme |


Step by step
Flirt by flirt
Dance by dance
The sky advanced

Slant and twirl
In eye curl
Wild sea gull
Desire glanced

Sailing ships
Blossoming lips
Freedom fission
Moments danced

Smile by smile
Conquering miles
Into the Nile
I’m entranced

Copyright © Probir Gupta | Year Posted 2016

Details | Lyric |

Raptor Dance

The sky screams, 
air is thick. 
Seconds like days, 
years 'tween each tick. 

Tit for tat the raptors dance. 
Each step wounds, talons like bayonets.
Earth below quakes at each traded blow. 
Foundations shaken by spat of foes. 

Frosted, frozen, clad in ice.
The world stands still, fear the vice.
The center may boil, but winter-wrapped still 
She cannot reach out, no pow'r to stop the kill. 

Alas, Earth stands back and wills done be the fray.
Final thundering shrill shrieks, 'tis gone for today. 

The scars still remain, 
Unbeknownst to they that tread. 
Earth still feels the pain, 
Still feels gelid winter's dread.

Copyright © Jonathan J. | Year Posted 2014

Details | I do not know? |

Angels Fall

Angels fall at your feet ... to lick the tangy truth - to kiss Heaven's drip
And sate horrid hearts, they feign you, Immaculate.

Angels fall at your feet ... to tend the scars of id, vacant, fallow and dry
Such sacred sacrilege, they revile you, Torrid.

Angels fall at your feet ... born of a godly fervor - white flames to ashes
Ashes to tears, entranced, they covet you, Righteous.

Angels fall at your feet ... to twist the spine of mercy, to advocate time's curse
Brought forth in floods, they employ you, Banal.

Angels fall at your feet ... to fawn at fear's reprieves, to shred the Eden leaves
Stark and cloistered, coy, they encircle you, Sullen.

Angels fall at your feet ... to pierce the side of virtue, to thrust a spear of truth
And taste its salty tip - they adorn you, Naked.

Angels fall at your feet ... to strain a tear in symmetry, pure algebraic forms ...
Hot breath and whispers, they laud you, Redeemed.

Angels fall at your feet ... to Hell and back, abandon, a sultry paragon's allure ...
Off the cliff, a fall sublime, they become you, Oblivion.

I am broken, replete
Pawned by Heaven's deceit
To fall rapt at your feet
Oh, to fall rapt, and so tenderly ...

At your feet.

** Submitted November 16, 2017, for the "Cornucopia" Poetry Contest, Kim Rodrigues, Sponsor. **

Copyright © Gregory R Barden | Year Posted 2017

Details | Kyrielle |

So many candles to see the light

Like joyous green of summer, my heart is singing filled
With you, while winter`s white is witness of good willed;
The glass works and the hot red wine spreading light:
Comforting carols “Silent Night” or “Brad Frumos”. 

Comforting thoughts of good like good miners,
And cakes a lot with names of saints and sinners
Looking the heart of sweet cherries strudel under the sight

Of mother humming “Silent Night” or “Brad Frumos”.

Smoldering embers and feeling like hot chocolate 
With scent of incense offered to every Christian mate
Under the new temptation of good and hope of right
Teaching of church on “Silent Night”,under “Brad Frumos”

The sacrifice of the pig, a ritual Symphony in red,
At the other side of modal logic, with wine and bread
And slaughtered pig and soured soups that might  
Be prepared and savored on "Silent Night" ,near “Brad Frumos”

The aromatic smoke ascending, and dancing heavenly
Like our attempt to preserve and conserve not only
The clay and flash creature but also the inner light 

And so many candles to see the Light on “Silent Night”...

Copyright © Ovidiu Bocsa | Year Posted 2012

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 | I do not know? |

The Beach of Promises

The Beach of Promises


Fingers entwined, barely touching,
turquoise waters teasing your dancing toes,

strolling along that serene deserted beach,
our promised dreams within aching reach.


Hands clasped, holding on,
sea-breezes tickling the nape of your neck,

walking together, alone, vowing to never breach,
the dreams dreamed on that faraway velvet beach.


Hands in my pockets, alone,
traces of you linger, teasing,

lost in my scribbles, your memory fading out of reach,

my thoughts ablaze, now and then,
catching a whiff of your fragrance,

wafting through alleyways of nostalgia,
your hand in mine on our pristine beach.

Copyright © Scribbler Of Verses | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |

The Storm

And the storm calls to me in ways you'll never understand
A gentle call that urges my soul forth
The lighting guiding a path for my feet to walk
Between the stones and ash of all that once was
I stand in the echoing silence of the rain 
It drops down upon my skin like the blessing waters of heaven
Soothing me, lifting the weight from my body 
I feel at once as if I am home
Standing amid two dimensions 
Caught between two skies - here and there
The night wraping around me in warmth
The gentle wind lifting me off my feet
Drops from the clouded moon washing away my body
and I am left just a soul, an essence 
The storm calls me forth from beneath my roof
Beckoning me into its depth 
I stand among the reeds in the basin 
They dance and sway as if welcoming me
And I sway with them back 
Caught up in the power that charges the air
That threatens to sweep me away 
If the ground will just loosen its hold
The thunder rumbles a low welcoming growl
And I get pleasently lost within it
I am so small compared to its vastness
I close my eyes and succumb to the skies wishes
Rising higher until my feet no longer touch the ground 
My fingertips touch the liquid color of the stars
A sigh drifts from my lips
There is no need of thought to stay afloat
There is no demand to breathe in air
No crushing weight upon my chest
As my lungs struggle to survive
There are no struggles here
I make my bed on blackened clouds
And give in to the call
The storm has claimed me as its own 
It was such a struggle to stay upon the ground
When the storm would call me home

Copyright © Jay Loveless | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |

Rise Above It

We who have made a lot of struggle in this lovely garden And have seen how a river can flow on like a jingling girl Overlooking the muck and mud accompanying the stream That tries to arrest the dream, full of beautiful movement Know very well how to rise above the holy terror We who have walked a long path amidst the colorful strife And have seen in life the sparkle of sun in its ups and downs Avoiding the black sheep and others of the ilk horsing around With a view to mar the music to ensure the sun is suppressed Know very well how to ride the waves despite the irritants. We who have seen a great deal in our life of fair and foul And have seen the blue sky dance on the breeze in drizzle Ignoring the carbon and sulfur busy at polluting the air That seeks to rob the rhythm of its purple romance Know very well how to keep away from the bad apples We who have seen how the raindrops make love in the boughs Can of course rise above those who prefer living out of line
________________________________________________________ June 13, 2016 For Rise Above It – Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Becca Teagan

Copyright © Probir Gupta | Year Posted 2016

Details | Haiku |

All About the Music: Sole On Soul

Click clack; Sole on soul.
Swaying shoes to the rhythms 
The beat makes you whole.

Copyright © Dan Keir | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |

The Glass Goddess

All around me
Great cities made of sand.
Green sky scrapers poke through the ground 
To thrive in life’s strict conditions
And melt away with the tide…

Great houses made of cards
Form lines, and tightrope walk existence,
Knowing that any moment, the wrong brick may fall
And buckle our world to its knees
As Mother Earth shouts Jenga! from the sidelines.

So while were here
We dance with the Glass Goddess 
Poised miles above reality,
Leaping over the heavens on our domino stilts-

We floor it in the sky
Living death in the fast lane, 
Seizing the day
Because any moment 
We could disappear 

Jacob Reinhardt	

Copyright © Jacob Reinhardt | Year Posted 2013

Details | Verse |

A Dance Upon the Sea

We sit at the waters edge comforting a sweet embrace.
It stills our hearts and breaths to see the dolphins play.
Synchronized arches of dance in the air and back down.
Nose first into the sea and back up again breaking surf.
Flair of beauty, impressive moves, pirouetting from the sea.
They're awe-inspiring masters of their water ballet display.

Copyright © Connie Gildersleeve | 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 | Free verse |

The Rain Dance

The window panes shuddered
as he crawled back into his bed 
of disillusion; waiting for 
lightning to strike him 
 into some state 
of normalcy.
The sky groaned at his
naked body, a gift of
mockery laid beside 
him, bantering with 
his need for her to stay.
She always left something
behind, maybe it was an 
excuse for her to return? 
Or was her mind really
that far away when he
was near?
He let the talisman 
turn between his 
fingers, and tried to
think of a proper prayer
for the occasion. 
Nothing came to mind.
he allowed the stone figure
to contemplate his eyes
and waited for her
to come back again.
She was the only one
that could ever make 
it rain.
-James Kelley 2012, All rights reserved.

Copyright © James Kelley | Year Posted 2013

Details | Verse |

Burnt Verse: The Desert Dance

New crumbled men shift sleeping ash along the wretched Nile, While tongues of Gods once worshipped fast and glory in their bile. Their textured sand speaks ancient text of terraced tombs below, But the desert dance continues on to ruin what doth grow.

Copyright © Dan Keir | Year Posted 2014

Details | Pastoral |

Pausing For A Breath-Contest

Pausing For A Breath

Nature works wonders,
The whiff of fragrant air,
The murmuring waves,
The thickets resting on the banks,
The flowers smiling in the cozy sunny rays,
Makes young hearts dance to their tunes.

We wait by the glistening waves,
Wondering why the mind hadn't known,
That the heart can ne'er be cherished,
In the dense woods of people,
Yearning for joy in the forests of clamour,
Was but a mischief of the learned.

Keeping the heart afar from God's law,
Can best be unveiled by the thirsty soul,
By worshipping the purity of nature,
Tripping over the dewy pearls, 
Fleeing from the fetters of manmade expectations
We paused for a breath on our way to our hilly sojourn.

The distances woven by times parted,
Tranquility descended and repaired our broken hearts, 
I held his outstretched hand,
Walked down the glade h tears rolling down,
The heart was lighter,
For I saw a new life in our horizon.

Balveen Cheema
Oct.6, 2015
Contes:Any Poem Written Before Joining Poetry Soup
Sponsor:Poet Destroyer A

Copyright © Balveen Cheema | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse |

Heaven is crying

Crystals of reflection shatter on earth’s countenance,
for Heaven is crying,
drenching the misty shroud consecrating her face 
in sobbing percussion.
Liquid satin rolls down withered skin
and sensations are set alight
in the dance of icy fire.
With the tingling aroma of melancholy,
all time ceases to exist during hypnotic rhythms 
consoling a heart without beat.
In a trance, I taste Heaven’s decadent sorrow
mingling with the salt of my own tears…

(Written 25/05/2013)

Copyright © Robyn Thomas | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |


Sun plays hide and seek
Inside wings of skylark
The girl is busy whole day
Coloring dark corners
Marigolds to warm her

Your palm is now warmer
Hitting the road in joy
Heading for beaches and lakes
Listening to music soft
Dance in happy sinew

Time to see in joy and sorrow
Leaves raining everywhere
From birth to old age colors change
Green red yellow orange
Today has to end in tomorrow

Very long nights and short days
Deeper sighs and fewer smiles
Naked branches highlight death
Struggling against snow piles
Wait begins for another May
April 6, 2016
Seasons - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by : Shadow Hamilton

Copyright © Probir Gupta | Year Posted 2016

Details | Haiku |

Autumn Haiku

Tonight the moonlight
Lays tipsy whisper in breeze
Our owls dance all night

Copyright © Probir Gupta | Year Posted 2016

Details | Free verse |

The same sad song

She was bent on torment,
spinning around in her heels,
leaving marks on the dance floor
as he spit his faith into a beer can.
She wept for the morning,
in her own way. 
Her comfort cradled
in the weathered arms
of a transient artist.
 A 6 string that he’ll never play here again;
But she always finds those same
strings that tie her to this town.
The notes that keep her going,
                                                            writhing under every moon
                                                                                with men like him.
Hoping the sounds they make together,
will sate the burn of dawn’s solace. 
Praying for a song that will make it til’ morning.
-James Kelley 2013, All rights reserved.

Copyright © James Kelley | Year Posted 2013

Details | I do not know? |

Passion in D-Major

Passion in D-Major

Feeling, the sensuous brush-
strokes on a canvas,


to a symphonic crescendo,

of our shared heartbeats,

fading between the notes,

feeling your soft body entwined 
with mine,

your form bathed in my infinite 

our orchestral desire rising,

conducting a shared fusing of 

... the music echoing ...

over the precipice,

on the brink of dazzling rainbow 

lost in the void,
of an eternal instant,

plunging through the depths of 

forever pleading,

for a prolonged,

bouquet of shared time.

Copyright © Scribbler Of Verses | Year Posted 2013

Details | Prose Poetry |


Tuned Ebony Shades of Ecstasy

Here we are—
black as the night;
sable souls singing songs
of Nubian love—slow dancing
on opaque rhythmic nimbus clouds.

Unshackle melodies of generations
flow from charcoal tributaries 
slowly undulating—
streaming between ebony sheen banks.

Estuaries of ecstasy splash
joyously into the wetness
of the dark hued sea of our love.

Tuned and harmonized
in the abyss of relief,
fading moans moor themselves;
waiting the coming of the next tide.

Copyright © millard lowe | Year Posted 2016

Details | Free verse |

Summers day

Spring resume summers day with many choices,
In the reunion of all seasons the nectar entwined,
Sunshine to scream out excitement in our voices,
Find outside no place to hide chimes of our mind.
Dare we stray towards the heat of sunburn way?
Cold play under festival of stars brightly dancing,
Pop into serenity of our soul for the entire day,
Music warms our emotions until we began crying.
Changing the moonlight into midnight falling sun,
Our smiling faces are picturesque miles of places, 
Blew into fanzine memories the wild breeze of fun
On our journey in a flight of freedom for all races.
Happy boots clapping in muddy Sunday schools
Surround nature echoes amazing beautiful sound,
Water lapping rocks into balm of swimming pools,
Sovereign flavor tread kindly upon the soft ground.
No danger of lone rangers where crowds gathered
Larking about with twisted lyrics of Silver Spring,
Like Cockatoo magpie, mimicking sparrows adored
The saintly summer emblems of rhyme and rhythm.
Defending the hazardous thrush of flirty rain brush,
The crowd of drone dark clouds unzipping the field
In roving groups of light heels the adrenaline rush,
Probe under the blanket of night to be reconciled.
Sunlight glint appears again in emblazed flames,
Breathe through silhouette lily of warbling trees,
Summary days saved us from the dreary drains,
Made the stagnant world rise from wobbly knees.
To see fondant flowers blossomed in rosy bowers 
Nothing could ever be compared to the romance
Of summers day rolling away cloudy rain showers
Over glens and valleys fading out in the distance.

Copyright © Gerry Legister | Year Posted 2016

Details | Verse |

Why Poets Dance

Why Poets Dance


spending divers days walking through once dormant delusions of my mind, nights dancing in hold with ol' luce his familiar minions cheer from the periphery, sets this mind to wonder why or if i'm the only one and how to find answers of this kind; like boats at sea, possibly some code rendered ably even regularly, might attract a like minded entity who would then wish to dish their din back, have contact, share code at least, then two-step with me aboard the apparition ship where pain, love, gain, loss and how we manage to remember or forget, evolve, stagnate or die -- each abductee can share, compare, meld, and often be alchemized to gold because prized poets told, were bold enough to find a way to reach those who will read.

Copyright © Kathryne Ankney Higheagle | Year Posted 2015

Details | Rhyme |

Ressurrection of the rhyme

                     -resurrection of rhyme-
come people come! lets all gather down the hall
wake up you sleeping guts and join this brawl
awake the dead dust beyond our feet
come join the rhythm sway your way through' the beat
                     sing with me this jubilant song
                     that awakes the silent gong
                     sing with me oh mighty throng
                     drum dance and sing along

call it Sunday call it sabbath,
whistle out air of your breathe
take your brothers arm to the air
shake away you poetic flickery flair

                     sing with me the weak and strong
                     let the music toss you where you belong
                     sing with me oh mighty throng
                     hoist the living rhyme, tag along.

sing with me this jubilant song
that awakes the silent gong
sing with me oh mighty throng
drum dance and sing along

Copyright © lucas ongawo | Year Posted 2012