Best Dances Poems

She dances to her music gracefully,
     her choreography, at whim, profound.
With graceful twirls and spins, so dreamily,
     her rhythm flows to music without sound.

She dances to the music only she
     can hear- although...

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From my very beginnings I have been,
Like no other- I have lived in a dream;
The joy in life sadly I have not seen,
Yet my soul is like a cool forest stream.

My writing are fragments-  I have taken,
From a broken heart that weeps a poem;
For...

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Colorful ribbons 
follow the woman’s movements. 
I can almost see
floating rainbows.

Pale beauties unfurl 
ivory hued fans.
I imagine
swan wings fluttering.


I chose both the ribbon dance and the fan dance for the Chinese New Year & Celebrations - Poetry Contest of Debbie Guzzi...

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Dawn dances through the window
dressed in skirts of prismatic colors
magnifed by my bottles on the sill.
She spins pirouettes on the wall
as their invited morning guest 
always welcomed to the Sunshine Ball

My glass bottles are part of my décor 
not a mere whimsy of happenstance
through which...

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“Poetry is an echo, asking a shadow to dance.” – Carl Sandburg.

Glowing like the roused firefly glows,
Stirring souls, poetry just knows,
Love, fire, boldest winds of desire,
Rains blessing, song without a choir.

Words pouring out soft, gentle prose,
Glowing like the roused firefly glows,
Glistening dreams, love to extremes,
Beckoning...

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In a garden, where light dances ‘pon the trees 

Privet hedge’s blossoms perfume the cool damp air 

A secret room inside holds lovers’ decree 

Whispers of promises, love beyond compare 

Emerald leaves kissed by the sun’s gold strikes me 

Revealing lovers embraced without a care...

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No sounds are made, her world is hushed
She dances in darkness to music not heard
Imagines things that to us would be absurd
Lives in tranquility, where nothing is rushed

Through Braille she lives with fingers as guide
She weaves through valleys, mountains high
She'll never have to witness a...

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We girls, dressed our vert best!
Curled our hair, a  tad of makeup.
Clothes, must most modest be. 
Skirts,  well below the knee!

Boys had to wear suits.
To respect us with utmost chivalry.
And indeed, they did!
Rules and morals, planted firmly in 
our heads.

I wonder what it...

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When Evil dances,
good hearts are stopped,
grief swells into an ocean,
asked, why him? why her?
why did they have to die?

No answers are given, for none
can be given, not in this world.
But as the soul is real, immortal,
then the murdered shall rise again,
alive in some other place,...

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She dances she glances,                                         ...

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It has been a while since we last met, 
The snow and rain gave way to roses blooming yet. 
Hope and anticipation fill the evening air, 
Would you dance with me tonight, and end our long despair? 

Let us dance tonight, arm in arm, 
Let...

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Some poems are lively like Macarena, fast hokey-pokey or watusi.
Others make you laugh like the Texas two-step, or hokey pokey, so cutesy.
Detailed poets can creative a missive that cha-cha-chas or jitterbugs.
Big rule followers maybe cringe when they read some that mugs.

Many seem as familiar to...

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She dances she glances 
Beyond her shoulder 
She peers 
Looking back 
Her beautiful smile 
She poses in the mirror  

He weighs his chances
Returns her glances
Then whiffs
Of cheap scent
Reveal a fake smile
In shattered reflection

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Last year, her imagination went double
so she ignored her previous schedule.
She put all her dreams inside of clear jars,
decorated with different, assorted stars.

She believed if she always kept things rounded
she would also succeed in keeping life grounded,
So, she would circle every found square
believing it demonstrated...

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Cupid had an Arrow 
copyright by Julie Dunkley

Cupid had an arrow and he let go of his bow,
the arrow tore into my heart and now I love you so.
The heavens opened up for me and the angels sang a tune,
I saw a paradise with you...

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