Best Ballrooms Poems

Arousing opulence of ancient ballrooms
She creates her own make-believe world
Waltzing coyly in terpsichorean rhythms
Upon glittering stage where they sell love
Each time she caresses arms of...

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Six steeple towers, cold as steel, drab daggers in the sky!	
Their hallowed halls no longer call when breezes wander by –
for, filled with dread to...

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boy and girl intermingling 

           blood and veins overlapping 

 vulnerableness 

   ...

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Champagne and wine
Elixirs of the elite's delight
beverages of the upper classes
as they rendezvous and converse
amid soirées decked in elegance
mingling among their 
	latest art acquisitions
		envied, even...

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Carcass evens out sand
Skin lands in your hands
Push pass tainted smiles for better lands
Call me
When we reach the peak of boiling
and I've sweat out all...

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I was a college music teacher, engaged in pitch, tempo, rhythm and melody,
As lavish planets dance around a golden star, with the zeal of fuchsia...

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Heaven isn’t full of angels and clouds
There are five people that will meet you
They could’ve been close, or among the crowds
They’ll help you construct your...

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It was a nice romance, she loved to dance 
 to the music's beat, but I had two left feet
 The circumstance made us take...

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Ill-fated crowds neath unchained clouds: the Silent City braved
against a sudden flashing flood, unleashing lashing waves,
which stripped its stony structures, blown with neutron bursts that...

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There you sit, 
My baby grand,
Elegant and serene,
Full of untapped potential.
Your keys that sing
Like lovely songbirds
When struck right
Lay silent in waiting.
From across the globe,
Masterpieces arise.
From...

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 Continued from Part 1 

The forgery of Multitudes between the Silhouettes
(and discarded cigarettes,
neath the haunted parapets)
mock my lonely echoed steps
    ...

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Wing footed  winter’s dance is of grey skies,
bare branch silhouettes in silver gowns 
dormant magic within icy poses 
brilliant halls bedecked with frosted flowers....

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Belle of the Balls
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"We don't see things as they are, we see them as we are." Anaïs Nin







“Man Eating Flower” 



Voluptuous lips 
Velvet soft and slick
mouth words that...

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A gentlefellow and maiden intermingle
on curiosity's swing-seated rest.

Vulnerableness is compressed between them,
as if a violet's caress requested their presence.

Harmony's tones are blown through the air,
like...

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