Ballet Poems - Poems about Ballet

STAGE BENEATH HER FEET* ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 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, ...

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PIROUETTES ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ autumn, poised, dances, a ballerina en pointe, forges leaves to gold, listens for rustling music, performs graceful pirouettes~ cherishing her earth-bound gift crisp leaves swirl and twirl golden whispers touch the ground autumn's grace unfolds Poem written for “Tanka-Haiku Poetry Contest,” Oliver Mckeithan, sponsor, July 30, 2025 ...

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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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A SUMMER BALLET In shade and cool winds, tree green leaves and pink flowers, joyfully ballet:- ...

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BALLET OF WORDS Thoughts pirouette light, twirl on the blank screen of night, a ballet of words. Ink swirls with a dancer's grace, a grand jeté through the stars. Ink flows like soft rain, her verses spin on the breeze, gentle, yet profound. Spirit spills onto the page, a pas de deux with her soul. This poem was written for and published at Writer' Monk's weekly...

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submitted into Brian Strands 1397 Poetry Contest, July 2025 MEMORABLE BALLET her thoughts pirouette, twirl, and spin, a choreographed ballet across the blank screen. her words harmonize and blend transforming them into beautiful poetry. her soaring imagination rises and leaps like a grand jeté, the poem takes...

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Curtain Call (is an audience-led call for a performer or performers to return to the stage after a performance, typically in response to applause.) The curtains open. And there I am — on this stage. Out on display. Trying to obtain your love and Grace. Makeup to highlight my face. Girdle to shape my waist. Theater with seats filled. Mommy, Daddy, family, friends, you. Sitting front and center. Still trying to...

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Maybe the clouds had a point. “It’s a wonderful life,” They sang, in godly choir chorus. I look at the calendar— Another week in ember, and no time for theatre. My gaze drifts down the road— A plastic bag lifts off the old brick pavement. It c ...

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toes en pointé reeling high dancer of swans her brisk frame...pirouetting like night wind---- I watch her arms flip when tragedy lurks pas de deux wanes cascading i n t o death 2md place...

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elegant swimmer swan ballet of grace on pond sun bathed wing looks blond...

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Written for contest "Haibun" 11/29/2024 by Tom Woody Stoic by the edge where sand meets the salt, sun warmed grains so white whisper beneath your feet and we are anchored here in this moment. The waves unfurl as if in mental thought, the crests rise and fall in a ballet of blue and white and having...

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The stage was lit like a purple sea. And I, in a soft cloud of toule, so dazzling white and bright. Clutched the velvet curtain, my young girl's heart pounding like a drum Waiting for my soloist dance cue.. Breathing a sigh of relief when it did! In purple satin toe shoes, I made my my grand, yet terrified entrance. And bowed in...

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Jill had so wished to join a ballet class Her mom said that she could, when she was asked Mom bought Jill ballet shoes and leotard And Jill joined the class looking real smart. Jill’s heart soared as she danced across the floor Never had felt so elated before She learnt to pirouette on tippy toes Twirling and whirling, swift as...

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~ PEEK INTO A POETESS’S SOUL ~ ? It's her own delightful ballet studio! Round and round the poetess goes. ...

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I try to hear your mind, see or smell your mind, taste or read your mind. Is it ballet or violence? The music you love says little to me, I can hardly hear it, but read it, see it; our eyes meet. Who the hell am I? Who the hell are you - or are you heaven? Whose music do I hear? How do I feel horror yet...

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