Best Danced Poems

I waited, dressed to kill
in red,
and in love

both, of which 
I could have been coaxed out of

You have turned a pale shade of white,
my Valentine

Al Green sang to me,
as my pen danced as your substitute 
we danced all night long,
stationary, our dance floor.

As we whirled...

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We danced amongst the stars that night
when joy had fallen far from sight 

We danced under the sun so bright
And when all seemed lost, we held on tight

We danced to the music of hummingbirds
And we danced in the silence when there were no words.

We danced...

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Hearts mangled by grief
Lost in separate mazes
Cooking a half-hearted meal
A turn of the head, a quick glance
Trembling hands reach out
Right hand in left, a gentle waltz
to sweet soul sounds on the radio
We danced in the kitchen

Then hold your baby tight
Hold your baby so tight crying...

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Angels Danced

Precious child you were born blue with an apgar score of
only two, not breathing. Your mommy struggled long to 
give you life with great difficulty in a brow birth which
led to a C section. After two days of torturous labor, you
took your first breath....

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We danced in the downpour

The rains falls
not hard, more of a drizzle
this late Winter night
leaning on the light post
across the street,
watching the light in your window,
glowing slats through mini blinds,
outlines of your silhouette,
damp steel seeping my jacket,
cars pass, wipers waving, 
splashing in circular patterns,
glistening tire...

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THE DEVIL DANCED AT MIDNIGHT

The devil danced at midnight
beneath a waning moon
with his minions before him,
twas a sight to make one swoon.
He pranced in jubilation,
then capered with a shout,
his arms flailed like a windmill
as his legions danced about.

He cursed the God of heaven,
the demon horde...

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On the twentieth day of May 1930, an angelic soul was born, and the angels danced in Heaven, rejoicing her birth. She possessed a splendorous heart, and her aura shone with loving light. She had many hardships to endure in her youth, but she did...

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I had a dream that I was dancing on the waves in the ocean.
I was wearing a gilded dress from Neptune's treasure chest.
I danced, I twirled, so graceful, I was poetry in motion
I was ever so light as I barely touched down on each crest.

Whales...

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My Blue Angels, illuminaries of incandescent light for they frolic between non-existence and temporal time. As they prance amidst the spatiotemporal stars I can see through them for they are magnificent creatures. Like cherubic cannon balls accelerating the alluring ardent air they swing and sway...

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I penned a couplet for you today.
Rather, a quill manipulated
my hand and scrawled mendacity.
The misanthrope's who read the ode
applauded with flippers on.

Such insight. Such depth.

Mussolini meets Monet and
the Mephistopheles Mambo mounts.
Call me a scribe and I murder myself.
Call me a liar and I impregnate your...

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I used to be an impenetrable fort,
A castle with walls so high
That no one could enter them.
     Sometimes I sat at the windows
     Looking down over people,
     Strange and far away.
  ...

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The flowers danced within the breeze
The music box dancer danced with ease
She danced and danced within his heart
For he loved her from the very start...

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All she wanted to do was dance, 
Whirl and twirl and swish around,
Sing and love and live and laugh, 
Dancing with the sound,

She danced in the rain as her colour dripped, 
She danced the sheen on the road,
She danced when the sun shone hot in...

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In Dreams, We Danced In Flowered Meadows

I wrote you, yet only to find silence
cast into shadows were clear sun once beamed
Was hiding so far away your defense
from my love that saddened earth and sky screamed

Where moonlight once graced our united stars
now empty sky holds its...

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What, if any, shall my love be; if tho is not there in the meadow of our season? Will our love wilt as flowers do in the burning sun without thy water to sip into its roots? Shall we not meet by the tree in...

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