Best Centre Stage Poems

There she stands 
Centre stage for all to see
Tall and slender 
Precariously she balances.

I reach out for her
Draw her to me 
My hand skims her body 
Slowly reaching her skirt.

Playful fingers find hidden areas
Delighted her legs spring forth
Displaying the very beauty
Of her delicately adorned skirt.

Gaily...

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Enter the Everest that devastates 
as he never ever rests and demonstrates 
his quick wit picnic of traits that place 
with lickety split flicks on the page 
the tricks of a contortionist wrist that emits embers at pace 
as he commits and performs on the...

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EVE OF STORMS

As I look towards the horizon,
Without hesitation,
But with determined yet 
Heartfelt trepidation,
And see a distant angry
Storm forging forth
Its spluttering vicious curvaceous
Fearful advance holds my gaze
With historical ageless
Heartfelt emotions, 
That sink and dive,
And furl and curl, 
Knowing no one may survive!
Poseidon and Neptune take...

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Silver shines back one picture of a goddess reflection 
centre stage before the eyes enters soul to soul realm 
standing purely hot blue flames ignite every gasp 
breathing on a bed of roses sleeps beauty 

The breath stops breathless apex splendour 
within you precious jewels...

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I walk into the night
And leave the world behind,
The fading of the light,
The stumbling of the blind
I seek another path
A road that has no goal
But the semblance of the truth
The yearning of my soul.

The moon holds centre stage
Beyond the trellis trees
The city lights engage
But can...

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Stars fall under failing skies...stars fall...stars fall...
But stars do not cry.
Into Ochs valley, through the Vale of White Horse...prancing 
besides a Dragons Hill;
It was here that a Roundhead - did a Royalist Cavaliers blood in 
Oxons streets so spill!
Where Great Alfred strove to drive out...

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A character born from the words on the page
Absorbed into me, words released from their cage
Once spoken from the voice, the one that rings true
The connection is made, imagination shines through
Embrace the character you see, in your mind’s eye
Develop and make your own, as the...

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Traversing Iceland's National Park, a timeless place, where daylight fills each passing hour
    and twilights ever brief. While volcanoes stand by sentinel, amidst dark lava fields. 
    Amazing geysers so magnificent, vent angry clouds of steam. Our route wlnds...

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Huddled in Burton's doorway, head down,
the windblown rain at almost forty five degrees
soaking me from the knees downwards.
Reflecting on the paving, the red, amber and green
from the traffic lights heralded a wave of white from passing headlights,
like theatre curtains opening.
And centre stage stood I.
The clock...

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With elan springing forth from young age
Enthusiastic to take centre stage
All his wits he was able to gather
And proceed to the foot of the ladder
Effervescent – a smile on his face – 
No misgivings, of doubt not a trace
Rung by rung clinging on to elation
Reaching...

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Your voice is loud it commands the day
Others stop and listen when you speak
I am quiet with something to say

I may speak softly but I'm not meek
I don't need to stand on centre stage
Others stop and listen when you speak

I prefer the quiet of a...

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There's no poetry in me
I'm empty
I'll make sweeping remarks
Change my mind
Keep it in 
Spit it out
Sink and fly
Gaze out in a daze
Lost beneath eyelids 
Too heavy to rise
Too watched to sleep it off by closing
I wish to be enclosed in an embrace that takes away...

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My heart is shaped like a love heart
With different compartments inside
The largest compartment being LOVE
Centre stage and always my guide

KINDNESS is another compartment
For of acts of kindness bestowed
Valued and forever remembered
Accrued along my life’s road

HUMOUR has a compartment 
I consider it my hearts fuel
Laughter, fun...

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By invitation from a trusted friend, 
a medium intervention took place and I went.
The building set in the thick forest by a shimmering lake,
some broken sheds looking sad and strange to take.
Weeded and worn the manor house thatch,
a frail welcome and the oil lamp in...

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Pride of Place

On high his picture takes centre stage
He speaks to the room how his eyes do engage
Tall and proud and weathered with age
How I wish it were a book so I could turn the page

To know what lay beyond that moment in time
Of that...

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