Ballerina Poems

Degas

degas' impressions
of a ballerina
~ light as a faerie



AP: Honorable Mention 2025

THE STAGE BENEATH HER FEET

STAGE BENEATH HER FEET* 
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before the lights ignite,
     she stands, a silhouette of dreams,
          silk slippers whispering against the wood.

the stage, her steadfast confidant,
     is the only applause she ever needs.

how the world adores the spectacle,
  

When fate blows out my candle and the flame dances like a ballerina at dusk

When fate blows out my candle and the flame dances like a ballerina at dusk,
I will listen to the secret whispers of the wind, spinning tales of long ago,
Neither prayers will halt this departure, nor tears will tame
The ephemeral gesture of destiny that has secretly woven the web that now envelops me.
I will dedicate an

midnight dancer

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

selfless blue butterfly ballerina

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

Agility

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

springtide

a lithe ballerina
pink dogwood blossoms
streaming tresses
on pointe april

Ballerina

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

URBAN BALLERINA-

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

Cake or Bust

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

A Lady To Praise

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

Prima Ballerina

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

My Ballerina Shoes

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

Ballerina Lamp

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

Dainty Ballerina

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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