Ballet Poems - Poems about Ballet

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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summer nature songs capture all the ears on Earth ~happiness' ballet~...

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The Pirouette of life's memories Flitter before my eyes... Grand Jeté moments of ecstasy - leaping forth triumphantly! The Arabesque of solitude, Contemplation and longing. Balancing En Pointe moments - Where something just has to give... As I crumble into a Grand Plié. Rising into Pas De Deux, a joyous unity... The Porté of two becoming one. Never wanting it to end. Coda Crescendo. Unexpected. Sudden....

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“Little dancer, dance, like winged stars.” ~~Percy Bysshe Shelley ~~ You exemplify every graceful ballet dancer. How so incredibly perfect? There is no answer. Like a feather floating in a summer breeze. You captivate the audience with ease. Like a flickering candle flame, you’re on your toes. Such strength you possess to hold that pose. Pretty flamingo do your dance. Using...

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My ballet shoes have a name, undisguised among a multitude. They dance free all over, without a name. My dancing shoes are old, great enough for the right feet to keep on dancing. My ballet shoes only fit my feet to be dancing in the best performance forgotten many years ago. ...

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Roots do a ballet in the water It is subtle, but so are the roots Their nature is to be unassuming They fulfill their destiny well Ocean slows herself down Showing them a clear stage The clouds appreciate their dance The waves still themselves in awe...

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First he swirls, then he twirls ~ If only ‘twere a pearl for his girl ...

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The stillness of concert hall vibrates with the sound of sonata, the caressed ebony and ivory keys unfold a tale of passion. His ballerina fingers create the ballet of sound, melodic lilt dances with the rhythm of hearts. The last octave silent, he listens resonate in emotive ether eloquent… ...

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