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 I feel its lovely flow
and cadence shape her form; exquisitely
she falls and rises with an artful show.
No music here, but just a silent song
created by the currents that she feels;
with turns and twists, she aptly glides along,
directed by, whichever one appeals.
She dances to her music wondrously;
my muse- the soul mate of my poetry.
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 her constant care.
Plastic, colored eggs hung from her ceiling
to keep her floor from creaking and reeling.
Pale pink and bold gold stripes on her wall
recorded every received telephone call.
She worshiped and loved both the sun and moon,
but only from inside her living room.
She feared really being observed outside,
a place where stray cats were known to hide.
She always loved to dance, but during this year
she’s been dancing to music only she can hear.
All these things bring her secure nuances near,
but make her sanity less and less clear.
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 each sad sorrow, each I awaken,
My life is writing- poetry my home.
As a grown woman I am a cool dawn,
But there is thunder in my soul- a storm;
And with my bleeding pen the words are drawn,
Each new line will take on its own sweet form.
My nights are dreams and my days are trances,
And I spin and weave poetic dances.
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August 19, 2016
Poetry/Sonnet/"Poetic Dances"
Copyright Protected, ID 16-819-491-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Mid July 2018 Premiere Contest
Sponsor, Brian Strand
Fourth Place
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Entered in the contest,
Sonnet (2016)
First Place
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
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 Dawn chooses to dance.
I always meant to gather more
but my time is always spent
on life and more important things
the moment I walk out the door
There was a day, not long ago,
when I brought home wild roses
too short stemmed for my crystal vase
But when I placed one in each bottle
it was such a pleasing aesthetic that
it put a cavorting smile on my face
They never really needed a purpose
more than being pleasing to my eye,
but in Dawn's ballet the next morning,
daylight swam through rippling water
accompanied by a Blue Jay's symphony,
I knew how remarkable they'd become to me
One subdued in shades of polished green,
others were jars that once held preserves
but through their bodies of heated sand,
Dawn dances for me when sunlight calls
in graceful steps and arabesque so grand
How elegantly she danced upon my walls
“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 from silence that screams.
Dance of dances, fluid verses,
Poetry that grace coerces,
Glowing like the roused firefly glows,
Poems who don’t just tell but shows.
Rhymes and rhythms, tenderly abide,
Singing of light, sometimes wild-eyed,
Hearts might remain in the shadows,
Glowing like the roused firefly glows,
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
In this hidden haven, a new tale unfolds
Hearts entwined, bound by God’s love and grace that holds
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 and the feelings so unreal.
Darling, when I'm near to you, I get shivers up my spine,
my heart dances a tune and how this feels divine and
oh, this feels divine.
I always want to be with you and never be apart,
The sun is shining bright outside and its shining in our hearts.
Baby am I the one for you like you're the one for me
could you love me for all eternity, as hopelessly as me?
Cupid had an arrow and he let go of his bow,
the arrow tore into my heart and
now I love you so.
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 loved one die
No evil to see or hear, no lies she will hide
No sorrow do I feel for her lack of the gifts
we take for granted, ones we abuse; misuse
She's better off not seeing life's colorful hues
or the black and white of men who cause rifts
She builds her castles without moats of fear
Soars in the clouds upon gold and silver wings
In mumbled but beautiful voice, she sings
She makes me aware that angels are here
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 is like now?
Knowing, it is not the same.
Where sexuality is the game!
And if there is any sense of shame?
These memories of by-gone days.
Honey-sweet with magical anticipation.
An adolescent empire just bursting
With respectful, innocent play and a
Delight in cordial admiration!
12/6/2022
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, alive
in a world of endless dreaming
where love is never broken,
where love is never lost....
(Written to commemorate all those killed
senselessly in their places of learning or worship, or work or shopping,or anywhere it seems.)
She dances she glances, Beyond her shoulder, She peers, Looking back, Her beautiful smile, She poses in the mirror.
Looking for you, Looking for his love, No where in sight, The music plays, She dances, Dances through the night.
As the raindrops fall gently from the sky
A fire rainbow appears up on high
Capture this moment as hard as I try
Take in every color as they pass by
Believing for a minute
That you know where the other end lye
All of its colorful splendor
As it dances across the sky
With this wonderful glow
As it stretches out
With the most magical flow
Deep down inside
It's not possible to let this fire rainbow go
All the love it takes for one to grow
Before the rain slowly washes
All the rainbow colors below
Don't ever let your fire rainbows slip away
Keep all their wonders tucked away
For the next fire rainbow to come your way
For it’s God’s promise for a bright shiny day
That will soon be on its way
To bring all the fire rainbow colors back out to play
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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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 romance wipe away the pain of separation’s harm.
Let love and feelings rise, from our hearts entwined,
In our embrace, the world’s forgotten, time left behind.
While dancing close, please grant the smile I yearn to see,
The radiance of love, shining just for me.
Shape my thoughts and dreams, in which I always live,
With your touch, your warmth, the endless love you give.
In the ballroom of our souls, where stars and shadows blend,
The dance of dances starts tonight, a moment without end.
Our hearts will speak in steps, our spirits take their flight,
Would you like to dance with me, beneath the moon’s soft light?