Best Philosophydance Poems
My body
Was made to dance.
This is a fact,
Not a truth
That could be manipulated
Like a piece of rope
Being made into a knot.
My body
Was made to sway
And flow,
To dip low
And reach high
To the rhythms
Of the universe.
The rhythms
Of a beating heart,
Of wings beating the air,
Of the crashing waves,
Of everything
I am fortunate to hear
And translate into motion.
Oh no,
I am not a trained dancer,
Who practices and practices
To get the technique,
Develop the form,
And in the end,
Add the passion,
If it wasn’t there before.
I won’t be found
On stages dancing
To Mozart, Miles or Eminem,
Nor will I be found
On dance floors
With a number on
My oh so erect back.
I will be found
On crowded dance floors,
In my bedroom,
In my living room,
Under the moonlight,
On beaches,
Letting the rhythms of the universe
Possess me.
You would find me
Dancing,
Be it to a sassy salsa beat,
A fun Bollywood tune,
A little soca,
Some reggae,
Or a soulful piece of jazz.
Be it to a rhumba,
A fast pace techno,
An irresistible house jam,
A fusion of west meets east,
A pop tune I can’t
Get out of my head,
You would find me
Dancing.
And even though,
My mind says no,
“You’ll make a fool of yourself,”
“You don’t know how to dance to that,”
My body ignores it,
And taps a foot,
Sways a hip,
And before long,
My body is in motion.
My body
Was made to dance.
This is a fact,
Not a truth.
INSANITY IS MAGIC LOVE IS KHAOZ AND HATE IS MUSIC
i love to dance for the one who knows me best is me
i love to be passionate on life about life because that is lacking
tell me that you feel differently
do tell me what goes through your mind
insanity is magic because it is truth at its finest
yet those who are indifferent can not conform to diversity
making insanity some type of disease manifested by irresponsibility
when truth is that the best things were by accident by chance or plain out fate
love is khaoz because without it you would be a robot in a factory following commands
following not leading
you would conform to roads laced with repetition... roads bleeding
hate is music ... turn on your tellie your radio your internet
hate makes the world function or did you already forget
dance the controversy dance the gossip dance the worries away
stomp on indifference and make the world pay
simply by doing nothing but two step here and there
i am a feminist i am free
i am a poet the world will hear me
i want common sense to be practiced in the branches of law
i want common sense to be the foundation to everything without it everything will continue to
fall
i love one with my heart but she runs from me
i want to explore the world for knowledge not for conspiracy
i am a wild card in a deck of conformity
i am a joker if you will
i will play my way... no matter what your deal
insanity is a place i reside
be it on land or in the air
love is what stirs my ambition
because hate is so known
i carry it under my feet... as i stomp
and watch people just stare
Atoms dance, stars dance;
entropy increases while
creation dances.
Words and thoughts can dance.
These words danced across the page.
Seasons of the dance.
The seasons dance by;
Spring, Summer, Fall and Winter
and once again, Spring
We too are dancing;
some with joy and some with tears,
for life is a dance.
Those who dance with tears
feel the seasons of their life
are always Winter.
Those who dance with joy
celebrate all life's seasons
and all life's dances.
We join the dance our fathers knew,
Singing along to their favourite tune.
We know the dance like a snail knows its shell,
Our mothers and brothers have taught us well.
We join the dance our fathers knew,
Clapping along like they told us to.
The dance goes on like some endless summer day,
Pleases the ears and makes the people sway.
Come join the dance if you haven’t got the time,
Be sure to try the tasty treats and sip the blood-red wine.
We join the dance our fathers knew,
Practise the moves though we know them through and through,
We like to try and learn a new dance everyday,
Removes our fears and it helps us pay our way,
Dancing around in a room too small,
Who shall be the first to fall?
Prancing around like we’re ten feel tall,
Who shall be the first to fall?