Best Pirouetted Poems
Clair de Lune filters
with wings
through graceful waves of air
in every raindrop ping
creating our symphony
spin me a room
weave me a rainbow
be my shining diamond
always holding me near
play me, persuade me
Emerge in the window to my heart
holding strong same beliefs
pulling pirouetted dreams
a duet of two
roses blooming
spin me a picture
paint me a vivid view
raise me from rags to riches
never throw me away
lift me, kiss me
Come dance with me
Categories:
pirouetted, art, dance, dream,
Form:
Free verse
so, I rose...
early morn' today
and drew open the bedroom curtain
how glorious, the little bit I saw of dawn!
how wondrous to see the face of the sun....
smiling!
In a split-second, my joyous spirit
pirouetted and flung up to heaven
just a tease...a glimpse
of a promising day.
Categories:
pirouetted, day, future, hope, joy,
Form:
Verse
Remembering, when I first beheld her fragrant essence
This pleasantly perfect image, which tied me to entranced
A picture and a vision, that filled my wanting thoughts
With this mesmerizing lady, whoms aura thus emitted, radiances of such splendor
Those, which enthralled my beating heart, with desires of endless wonders
As I gazed upon enchanted, within her golden laced portrait
This soul that seemed to transcend, but all of space and time
Encasing these depths of love, held spellbound upon her petals
A flower that I had known, long, before even life
Traveling through this vortex, toward the pinnacles, of the now sublime
To touch her once again, as the pages they unfolded, and the days, passed by
Within her words, that began to capture, her verses, my soul
More and more, with every gentle one, she spoke
From lips that were soft, and eyes, that were pure
As innocent as a child, this princess, as I watched her glide
Atop the glistening waters, imagining, that it was all, just for me
Shining as I stood enthroned, enraptured, within these dream filled hopes
That maybe, just maybe, one day, she would be my very own
While I watched her grow, from shimmering, unto magnificent
Manifesting, as she pirouetted, about the brightened stage
With I, the only spectator, alone, as she danced with glee
The most beautiful of beauties, that these eyes, they had ever seen
{Continued}
Categories:
pirouetted, life
Form:
There's sadness in falling leaves, but beauty
in the carpet they lay at our feet.
~ by poet
I walked across a trestle bridge cloaked in scarlet leaves
They had whirled and pirouetted as if little ballerinas
dancing in Autumn's wind at the end of their season
How bravely they continued until bowing on the bridge
Not a sound did they make, weaving around each other
Looking on were their bare branches, nakedly chagrinned
Categories:
pirouetted, autumn,
Form:
Free verse
Written: February 22, 2024
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I love the gentle rains of spring
falling with felicity as they sing.
A symphony of sweet romance
Clamor to“Come out and dance”
So, I shall join the raindrops there
While pirouetted through the air
As rain rolls and returns, I'll sway
As they perform an aerial ballet
The rain will bear a rhythmic beat
On the pavement squishy and sweet
We shall twirl a tango at nature ball
Whilst the sparkling waters mildly fall
Afterward, when the skies start to clear
And the epic dancing is utterly here
I accompany the newly formed rainbow
Raindrops shifting offer a serenade show
Yet, their call will resound in my ears
As supple showers start to fall as tears
Until then, my emotions will remain
The delight of dancing through the rain
Categories:
pirouetted, analogy, appreciation, celebration, rain,
Form:
Rhyme
Surly Sally slipped and lost a flip flop
at a hearty party in a bungalow with Billy.
while dancing and prancing to hip hop
whirling and twirling and spinning silly.
Can you reverse and remember the flop she flipped?
Well it ludicrously landed in the party punch bowl.
Nobody noticed while they slurped and sipped
and the dancers dipped and ripped and rolled.
They dipped, danced, pranced and laughed,
pirouetted, and sweated,
tipped and turned till totally daft.
Beer and booze abetted.
The next night they stayed sober and soloed somber.
Crashing and complaining Billy’s head hung,
both believed they’d been belted by a bomber.
Surly Sally swore she felt like dung on a rung!
Let this be a lurid logical lesson,
to those who think it’s only fun and frolick to abuse booze,
Or you too could be confessin’
And for lack of the light of this litany you’re liable to lose!
An answer to a challenge for John Freeman’s Alliteration contest
by my poetry friend, Gwendolen Rix.
Categories:
pirouetted, funny, recovery from...,
Form:
Alliteration
Once agone moments in time
she was poetry in motion,
'til she pirouetted herself
onto dusty versed shelves
midst old clouded rhymes
& recollected love notes
yet, there lingered echoes
glistening 'tween strands
of web's interlacing design,
meshing her finessed
past within gossamer's
complexed entanglements
beyond labyrinths of
anciently grand symphonies
she dances, still ~
silently in her head
flirting with destiny
albeit, not quite as opulently
Categories:
pirouetted, age, dance, destiny, memory,
Form:
Imagism
Once upon a moon in a faraway dreamland,
Pirouetted a young girl, like a swan so grand.
She walked and smiled through life in grace,
the world too soon felt her emerald embrace.
For she was the regal queen of healing hearts ,
her blue eyes, like swirling stars, never departs,
she wore sapphires, carrying ocean deep emotions,
served light and kindness through selfless devotions.
In a valley that lacked empathy and love,
she unfurled her invisible feathers of dove,
enveloping grieving spheres with her flawless glow,
as her voice painted sparkling rivers that flow.
She stood strong for her children, hid her demons in silence,
the wind carries her royal fragrance from seas of France,
Who would have thought that her final resting place,
would be a hollow tunnel, trailing her roseate trace?
She will always live on, even in death, her candlelit song lingers,
in darkness her silhouette strolls, touching frail fingers,
reminding them to rise amidst a hail of hate,
although skies drizzle tears of regrets upon her heaven’s gate.
Categories:
pirouetted, emotions,
Form:
Rhyme
She stood in thrall to the Magyar
As, one hand cupped to a breast,
The other picked careful notes
From the guitar against his chest,
So they made a living figure
Sensuous and statuesque
Yet in in its way
Both comic and grotesque.
His foot tapped the rhythm
As he sang words of passion,
The stroking of his fingers
Near driving her to distraction.
An elegant Corps de Ballet pirouetted,
Here and there across the stage
And the blind percussionist thrashed
A kettle drum in state of frenzied rage.
The watcher watched from his dream
As the spotlight lowered to dim
Then swung slowly around to
Focus its harsh beam on him.
It was almost all too much
For any mortal man to take
So, screaming with despair,
He was rudely thrust awake.
Both woman and Magyar seared
To the very depths of his brain
His heart beating wildly to
Near bursting from the strain.
Images slowly fading
Until no longer there
He slipped back to sleep free
From any trace of his nightmare.
The puppet master eased the strings,
Let his marionettes hang limp and slack
Before packing them away
In their carrier on his back.
It was all a strange happening
In the name and cause of Art
Into which each participant
Unconsciously took his part.
The stage disappeared
The theatre was gone
The World of Abstract Dreams
Slowly shivered and moved on.
To allow no repeat
Of this macabre joke
The mirror resonated wildly
Until, shattering, it broke.
Categories:
pirouetted, fantasy, sleep,
Form:
Rhyme
The Seconds grew impatient
As Anticipation aimed its dart
Hope sat erect at the table
Compliments practiced their parts
Breaths were held as the Chef pirouetted
The Piece de resistance proudly poised
Triumph on a smooth, sleek glass surface
To the accompaniment of Merriment's noise
Paradise was but a dimly lit candle
Beside the Pheasant's brilliant blue flame
Exclamations burst forth midst salivation
The Proud Bird had earned Highbrow acclaim
Categories:
pirouetted, appreciation, bird, food,
Form:
Rhyme
I have been here, I’ve been there,
over yonder up and down.
Been back home and been long gone,
been nowhere but been around.
I’ve traveled for a far piece,
just a hop, skip and a jump.
I climbed clear up to the top,
hit rock bottom with a thump.
I’ve journeyed and I’ve traversed,
arrived here and went that way.
Headed out, trekked, and jetted,
fixin’ to go there someday.
Went when the Spirit moved me,
only if the creek don’t rise.
I’ll head out your way sometime,
if I make it be surprised.
I’ve voyaged, gadded about,
tramped, stomped, and drifted around.
Been where the sun did not shine,
just the other side of town.
I’ve flown over the rainbow,
the other side of the track.
I’ve crossed against the traffic,
walked away and not looked back.
Always marched to my own drum,
I’ve strolled down the avenue.
Danced, pranced, and pirouetted,
I’ve had nothing left to lose.
Where I’m bound, where I’m going,
don’t ask me ‘cause I can’t tell.
Some say I’m bound for Heaven,
others swear it’s straight to Hell.
Categories:
pirouetted, poetry,
Form:
Rhyme
The dew indiscriminately
wept for all things living and dead
on this early autumn morning.
Its cold droplets caressed the leaves
while lingering sap-starved leaf stems
clung precariously above
and each dying leaf shed teardrops
for and onto their fallen kind.
One by one they released their hold
falling silently, gracefully
in their final unique fashion:
Some swayed. Others pirouetted;
and many more, somersaulting
into their final resting place.
Sunbeams from an October star
spilt rippling puddles of warm light
on their multicolored remains
amid the vibrant wildflowers.
Autumn is a second spring when every leaf is a flower.
Albert Camus
Categories:
pirouetted, nature, autumn,
Form:
Verse
The wind
howled ice-cold, clear-sky
lullabies
and awoke the moon,
who gazed, heavy-lidded,
at the stars around her
Leaves and dust
danced sambas and pirouetted
along the desert's river,
who was shivering uncontrollably
while midnight birds
struggled to fly upstream
against the manic,
stinging, musical currents
of turbulence and wonder
Categories:
pirouetted, allegory, cowboy-western, music, nature,
Form:
Free verse
Alyssa danced in the center of the
empty historical ballroom.
Imagining suitors standing in line
for one more waltz around the artistic
ceramic tiled flooring.
Her dress, ivory full, swept the floor
as she turned and sauntered on
winged slippers.
Elegantly breathtaking… enchantress form;
mesmerized an onlooker athwart
the chamber.
His eyes fixed as she pirouetted to
a silent melody.
Observers gathering in amazement
as she tip-toed gingerly in a dance
with butterflies of her fancy.
Swaying her gracefully thin, delicate
arms above her head; back and forth,
hypnotized in herself.
Oblivious to tenacious eyes concealed
only in cracks of walls, Alyssa dances
ever so genial.
The onlooker from across the chamber
floor, hesitates to accompany her.
He walks towards her and slips his
wieldy arm about her torso.
Her eyes open and smile as her hand
falls leisurely into his cupped palm.
Simultaneously sliding, gliding,
Alyssa closes her eyes feeling his
heart pulse; radiating as one.
Tenderly, he pulls her close, wedging
their unfamiliarity.
Their eyes touch in an upheaving
embrace as if known forever.
Reticently they speak
-through Alyssa’s dance-
shared only in brevity of the moment
while an aristocratic minuet
stills the hush…
Copyright © 2008 By Caryl S. Muzzey
This was written for my granddaughter at my son and daughter-in-law's wedding. Alyssa
was five and pretended it was her wedding
Categories:
pirouetted, love, granddaughter,
Form:
Narrative
I am an ocean of joy
Vast, resounding, glorious beauty
Rolling in melody upon melody of celebration
Swaying to the rhythm of treasured memories
I am depth, I am might, I am alive
Once my tide was filled
With the laughter of a child
So pictures pirouetted like mists
On the shore of my mind
That world is now sucked in by time
And as I count the years
It is with a grateful heart
For as before and always
The life before and behind
Has always been to my eye
A great adventure
So I pray for tomorrow
That I will cradle still
The dream filled
With sweetest bliss. – (Trinity Chasara 07/11/14)
Categories:
pirouetted, beauty, celebration, christian, dedication,
Form:
Narrative