Slam Dance Poems | Slam Poems About Dance
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If I can make it off this chair,
I’ll dance, my lovely Irish dance.
Arms can stay down, how wonderful.
Just two feet, so beautiful,
In joint ecstasy and cadence.
Whirling, moving, turbulent air.
If I can make it to the stage,
Reading aloud, speak my rhyme
Myself, speak and make them sing.
No pause, no awkward waiting.
Each word a melody, this time,
Creating beauty out of rage.
If I could only lift my arms,
I’d dance, not just my Irish whirling.
I’d fly, be what I want to.
But words will have to make do,
And I am glad my words can sing.
Words, forever lucky charms.
For now my dance must come from you
You be my arms, my feet, my mouth
You whirl and turn, you jam
You make my poems into slam
You make my shyness into proud
You dance, so I will too.
Copyright © Darren White | Year Posted 2016
I dance in my house, ballroom, and red floor
I swing, hip hop, fiercely slam…
But I’m good at none, zilch
Copyright © Russell Sivey | Year Posted 2011
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.
POEMS ABOUT POETRY CONTEST
January 8, 2013
Copyright © humble b | Year Posted 2011
I do not know?
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
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 | Year Posted 2010