Best Pirouettes Poems

Like delicate white swans were they,
the white swans of a grand ballet -
ballerinas waiting in a row
underneath the candlelight’s soft glow.

But what are ballerinas with...

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I remember you, from when there was a spring
When the seasons were ripe, with verdant green
Our nimble feet danced in the wind
and on the brink...

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Tongues of my temptress fire lick 
arousing your ardent artistic desire
if you dare  imagine me — the intensity
capture me, take your chance
I’ll love you,...

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Everything Froze


a giant crystal wind chime spread its tone
teeth of icicles consumed a home
misted rain encased fence posts and rail
power lines succumb to winter’s weight...

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Sleeping Beauties~ Moment in time....

As I reflected upon her picture; this fairytale revised ~

And how she disappeared so quickly

Yet but a passing vision before my...

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Night of Aurora	

Dance of Life -
Night of Aurora before the midnight sun,
Before the polar threshold of the daystar,
As Aurora’s swirling spirals flicker
In winsome purple-green electric...

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Beneath the shade of pinnate leaves
I catch a glimpse, a swirling haze...
an agile penché – a dash  
of graceful pirouettes. 
Then like a flash,...

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Sudden, as a bolt from the blue,
Came down a humming bird, tantalizing
Skimming down and darting up
As an ever revolving top

It reeled round and round
Before it...

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On a desolate splendor of this autumn night
We listen to the serene call of the gleaming moonlight
Deciduous trees stand tall to acclaim its magnificence
Conducting the...

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Pigs that swim the Caribbean aren't just silly rumors,
Polly is just such a pig, from the island of Exumas ...

Oh, Polly loves the water so,...

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Tonight,motionless is my sleep

without a thought of you passing my mind

And if the wafting wind breathes softly its zephyr breeze

 upon the pearl blush of...

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The poem must begin with .. And the cemetery was then continue with your poem

And the cemetery was shrouded in a veil of early morning...

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He sits
      Head     low
      Hands  raise       
     ...

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Looked out my window,
and saw a wondrous sight
Two cardinals in flight,
aerial dancing
Perfect mid-air pirouettes,
spiraling higher and higher
Two winged bodies in motion as one
They reminded me...

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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...

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