Ballerina Poems - Poems about Ballerina

WAITING FOR THE MUSIC TO PLAY she’s poised on her tiny stage waiting for the music to play she wears a pink leotard and white satin tutu bordered with lace waiting for the music to play she stands en pointe in perfect form waiting for the music to play she is perfectly still on her shapely, porcelain legs waiting for the music to...

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midnight dancer the ballerina turned round and round upon her pointed toes to the gentle sound of the music box before the lid was closed i followed from a distance watching as she gathered cigarette butts and paper napkins the haze of yellowed streetlights reflected onto her teeth when she smiled through shattered memories her black wool coat was more than she needed and less than she wanted when the...

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Blue butterfly ballerina offered herself as sacrifice Because she is selfless, wise, and extremely nice The butterflies used her as their stepping stone To get to other destinations, some unknown She was their inspiration, she gave great advice Like I already said, blue butterfly ballerina was quite nice The butterflies used her to bounce off ideas and such Each liking her in...

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Arms outstretched, she glides like whispered air, Gossamer dreams sewn in each silent spin. In her stillness, storms of feeling flare, Lilting through Tchaikovsky's aching hymn. Ivory wings, her body bends, then flies, Tears in the toes, yet poise in every part— Yearning swan, both prisoner and art. An acrostic on boy: Born with wonder in his...

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a lithe ballerina pink dogwood blossoms streaming tresses on pointe april...

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To twirl like a dancer upon paper, And execute the swirling pirouettes, One needs to keep a balance of the pen; So step by step the stage is swept in strokes. Now left, now right, and two and four, the beat Pulses, pulls the body up to the brink, Draws back, recedes. Silent is the hall. Now, The ballpoint tip...

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On mine tippy-toes The door would open shut; The window was raised down; On my pinky-toes; Vertigo had me spinning so; Simultaneously spinning on ceiling and floor; Up above my head; I am a urban ballerina 3/27/25 Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.2024...

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There was a girl named Trina She was a Pearl thin ballerina Then she ate Chocolate cake Her thighs are no longer leaner...

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Chocolate pools for elegant eyes Language a tool devoid of lies Satin skin no flaws like a dream Warming voice speaks as if to sing A ballerina could move like that Much reflected in your laugh Humble and kind so delightful Past your prime but who would know Hair like a halo defying gravity air Flair I say so in the clothes...

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Like a morning flower unfurling in beauty One ballerina blooms in a graceful ballet Of Shadows and light she flows in a delicate pastel dream yearning to greet her lover upon a wind stuck ridge of destiny She leaps into flight as the setting sun calls the whispering wind to lead her through the warm Summer night Topaz...

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A kangaroo, quite fond of a hop, Tried to join a ballet troupe's top. He leaped with such grace, Then landed on face, "Perhaps boxing," he muttered, "won't flop." ©bfa031025 ...

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I cross the river adjacent to sea to find a route to express my liberty but there were so many obstacles in the way, I had to kneel down on the ground and pray, and when the night has come, I had to change the rhythm that is sewed up in my gum,. I had a...

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She lit up my room. No one remembers her but me. Her grace underneath a lacy shade. She was ballerina-tall, one hand behind her head. Lavishly dressed next to a quintessential pic of Jesus and his sacred heart. This old slide of mine scratched and castigated, but I found her as if the doll was a cold case and I surveyed the scene. I eyed the evidence. She appeared when...

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In silken shoes, she twirls upon the stage, A whisper of the wind, so light, so free, Her movements paint the air, a soft engage, With every leap, she writes a symphony. Dainty as petals kissed by morning dew, Delicate lines drawn in the evening light, A fleeting dream, with every turn she flew, A fleeting glimpse of heaven, pure delight. Her heart...

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orange bird invited me to watch ballerina near rainbow tree she is a faerie and delightful, you will quickly see I did not know if I should attend, as I am a cat But I arrived and we actually had a lovely chat Why do you not dance on a stage? I asked the miss. Same reason you do not...

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