Best Gyrated Poems

Once there was a youthful, bubbly butterfly.
Who loved to fly under the sunlit azure sky.
        Colors of joy reflected from her iridescent wings
        as she fluttered in the breeze to dance...

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I had the craziest time at the Squigglehawk ball
all the Frazzlefairies were bouncing off the wall,
Jellyfunts were swinging their enormous trunks
as they boogied away with pongalicious skunks

Young Squigglehawks gyrated in the balmy air
wearing pink tutus but their fannies were bare
Their antics created a humderendous kerfuffle
Pa...

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I stood hidden in the shadows, watching
as Salome, clad in flowing veils, gyrated
to the music, exuding sensual richness.
Herod leered drunkenly at her vibrant body.
Overcome by uncontrolled lusty desire
he promised her anything that she wished for
and, prompted by her evil mother, she asked
for the head of...

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Some days I wake up 
Brush my teeth with anxiety 
And braid my hair with pain
There are days I chafe at my dark skin
As insults burn holes in my heart as I walk in
The school corridors 
A sense of alienation hammering into me
I carry anguish...

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A lady I know with a heart white as snow
Inquired as to why I write – 
The things I do, for me or for you, 
Recognition or simply delight?

I was struck by her question
That required dissection of my innermost motivations –
Which left me frustrated and...

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They danced upon their blood
as they crushed their tender bones
like a nut eater breaking the seeds 
and when they sucked their marrow
which moved them like laughing-gas
like ashen jackas they laughed
and exposed their bloody fangs.
They gyrated upon their blood,
sang sonorously on bestial podium;
happy at the sight...

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In the twentieth year on the 11th day of the first month
I saw a vision and the skies open up before me

As I stood facing the south direction the Sun began to dance
In colors of light

The Sun moved to the right and then the Sun...

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MICHAEL JACKSON
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They called him a wacko,said he's a cracko;
But on the dance floor,he made them go loco.
He was nicknamed smelly,gyrated his belly;
But he danced like his birth was from a can full of jelly.
Born at number seven will he enter in heaven?
Or just be forgotten...

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Politicians seem to have an inborn propensity for inane chatter.
They'll WALTZ through a media event leaving many things unsaid,
And TWIST the truth 'til you're left with useless JIVE REELing in your head!
They are renowned for TAPDANCING around most any subject matter!

They'll SASHAY and do a...

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As the washing went round and rotated
She sat on the top and gyrated
When the spinner begun
She said “this is fun”
And finished her laundry elated...

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My daughter and I have started working out
at a local gym.We have done water aerobics
and ever the over achiever I decided to try
Zumba as well.It will be fun ,I convinced myself.
I love dancing and it will go so fast I will probably
love it. The reason...

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Creep of extremism leaches in bloodstream, numbing
Route of innate thought unpenetrated, retains nothing
Sacred to the self, - stiff agendas pose as omniscient
Obscures own findings, carves our fragile opalescent 


Ignores the phosphor we all hold, outlooks pertinent 
Absorbs with proffer of doctrines contract penchant 
Squashed compulsion,...

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She’d show how much she loved me
she said, but I’m not sure of the amount;
forty seven different ways I think
but I really nearly lost count.
She ducked and she dived,
she gyrated and she turned
to show me every trick
I think she’d ever learned.
My heart it was pounding.
I...

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The Air We Breathe Is Provided By
Leaves
By: Tom Wright
10-29-04 

Foliage that in spring was chlorophyll laced,
Yielding the comfort of shade for a season. 
A leaf’s life span, in thought, I’ve traced,
It’s God’s provision for a complex reason.

Foliage, red, yellow, and gold once hued,
Is now wrinkled...

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Written: May 31st, 2025, For contest: By Joseph May

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"The stars beckoned her song to reach the crescent moon." 
A sonata spun in silver, diaphanous and light. 
Carried by a midnight zephyr, an ambrosian tune,
Wriggling across the hushed empyreal...

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