Best Pirouette Poems
Treasured images of you appear
in dreams darkened theater
as sleep hovers near the lids
guarding the threshold
where lashes meet;
Another night of tumbling
into the oasis of memory’s sand;
side by side, hand in hand,
re-exploring what had been.
Remembrances breathing, once again,
new life into each scene
Falling, spinning, further drifting,
into this dreamer’s dream
Caressing breaths of sleep explore
while still the stars are nigh
until the night ends its pirouette
and again we kiss good-bye
©Debra Squyres
Dance to the depths delight
Swirling in sun blue light
Pick then the perfect line
On point as in Ondine
Twirl and fall to this far
So know now who you are
Lone in waves once content
To life's lyrics well spent
Your song sounding still right
Wet whirls glow in the night
couplet 10 lines 53 words
11/13/22
Ondine is a ballet play
about a water nymph who
is the object of desire
of a young prince
Color pencil illustration
by G. Gaul
spinning slowly
the top falls sideways
her first pirouette
Ms. Pirouette
her hops may be wide
and her skips may be terse
but her world glides
connie pachecho
1/31/17
Aren't you comforted
By the amazing thought
That elephants can't fly
When drops of birdshit fall
Splattering the windshield of your car?
There is nothing that can make the pain go away,
but eventually you'll learn to live with it.
It will captivate your consciousness like a cage,
paralyzed and powerless you poigantly sit.
There will be nightmares,
each day when you wake up it'll be the first thing you think about.
Brain inhabited by ignited fears, at the wall you ignorantly stare.
Feeling defeated, your head fills with doubt.
It will be all you can think about without fail
until one day it will be the second thing
as hard as you tried to no avail
the pain rears it's head, relentlessly reoccuring
Movement pivots lid lifted, Pandora astonishes
Actions perpetual pirouette dancer acknowledges
Glamour glues sockets smooth, figurine believed
Image incorporates graceful, a fighter bereaved
Curtsey in zenity as her stage lazy susan circulates
Tulle tickled hips scissor, treasures sage congregate
Rules spurred by war spring away from delicate damsel
Intimate fleshpink stretch legs enter audition to dazzle
Craft to elicit captivation tunes ballerina's true energy
Kills a brash sword brandishing cavalier, buried enemy
Entertaining Eighteenth of January
MAGIC TRICK
Pirouetting through moonlight, fleet of foot,
Silhouetting in shadows, black as soot,
Animation, soft sensual writhe of the limbs,
This naked collision of seraphims.
Chandeliers, the stars in the bruising sky,
Engineers of gleam upon inner thigh,
Perspiration, the diamonds on flesh of white,
This naked reflection of spellbound night.
Propagating the grind of loins afire,
Stimulating the surge of liquid desire,
Implication, the lure of heaven or hell,
This naked exhibit of show and tell.
Appealing, her soul of mythic graces,
Revealing the glimpse of forbidden places,
Submission, surrender to passion and prayer,
This naked conclusion - this goddess laid bare.
Written: March 21, 2025, for contest Sponsored by: Constance La France
Quote": The bliss derived from the splendor of nature, adorned with a stunning variety of flowers is a delight for all the creatures that occupy this earth. By Poet
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A crimson tulip basks in the sun-drenched meadow
Luring a dancer dressed in a jewel state of ecstasy
Tender, an array of wings glides across Kismet Gate
Pirouettes with delight mutter on velvety petals
Sipping aromatic ambrosia amid the bloom
Soaring across the air, seeking honeyed nectar
Butterflies flutter over radiant flower shadow!
a lovely image
its a pirouette montage
gone, at the auction
Soft and gentle, light and airy,
Gossamer and wing of fairy,
(Except those times she’s mean and scary!),
That’s my precious Mary Berry.
Impish, spritely, that’s my Ree;
What you get is what you see.
Wit (and tongue) that's razor sharp;
She’ll play a tune, then smash the harp!
Treasured more than gems and pearls,
God has graced me with these girls.
I love them when they pirouette;
I love them in their grime and sweat!
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for Marion and Ree, a few years back, evidently
ting-a-ting-a-ling ~ ting-a-ting-a-ling
the copper ballerina
sings in charmed circle spins
2/24/2019
Charmed circle is one marked by exclusiveness
Dancer’s grace and wisdom
Tens of thousands of minutes of practice
Mystical hush from the crowd
Feeling her strength
Crones in the audience
None feel her pain.
Prima donna, seasoned ballerina
Determined reverence, unparalleled loveliness
Mindful students, enjoying the craft
Her disciplined strength
Sinews poised and ready
Shackled, yet adorned and adored.
A gypsy’s blessing
Ancestral anklet forged
In the cosmos
Well-worn leather ballet slipper
Nineteen sixties ballerina, still dancing.
The pirouette begins
You left me standing there
With that silly face grin
Once again you out-shined
A sunny blue sky day
Laughing as you galloped.
Laughing as you galloped,
I watched you disappear.
What your love did to me,
Left with that silly grin
My pain, cutting deeply.
Cynthia
Fair play didn’t quite feature
when reason absconded;
war and peace polarised.
When their ideals clash,
men rip, tear
hair by roots.
Didn’t they care
rare courage
found in lair?