Dance Poems | Examples of Dance Poetry

All together, let us do the chicken splash, Seeing how pink-orange sun never lasts. Don't fight it, red stars are coming soon; Like the ducks, let dive in stormy lagoon! Through maroon monsoon, we all dance, splashing and laughing, in silver romance. Steel blue skies, cluck cluck. Run amuck! If still seeking that rainbow, best of luck. Hopscotch through puddles, sepia splash. We let...

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like shadows in a slow-turning ...

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AABA/Bebop ------------------------ By:Bannock and Montreal "Smoked" Meatez__ ------------------------------------------ I think I just met my wife it is just that simple her smile her and devilish smirk that pretty dimple I think I just meet my wife I can't believe I said it it's probably cause I deserve this I believe I just met my wife We don't need no catastrophe we don't need no havoc our emotional behavior iss fine please...

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The charcoal clouds melt in the scorched sky, serenading summer drizzle descends with the fascinating flotilla in the arid air. The spectrum of the setting scarlet sun sparkles in the slant spray of the raindrops, soaking the singed malachite meadow, as pristine petrichor exudes in amber ambiance. The raindrops cascade in soft musical torrent in the misty puddle, spreading in...

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I meander along drifting like a ribbon, curling in the breeze, bending like a river ...

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Midnight's zero hour draws ever near, With bated breath, we await the cheer for new year . Unfazed by cold, our spirits run high, As nostalgia whispers sweet and bitter sighs. Everyone hustles for parties, friends, and family Gathering to cherish moments, dancing to music's melody. The celebration euphoric, a grand adieu to the past, Honoring 2024, as it leaves us...

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Hold me in stride with one, nay two left feet. Our feet tangled so our eyes never meet. who is to lead with shadows that wallow. Spinning hand in hand it feeds the hollow. Equilibrium the measure, the stance. We watch love grow melodic, eyes entranced. resilient the floor that bares the load. Newly beloveds, cloudless their abode. Two souls in the...

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Intensity of their stares should melt the room My skin is nearly on fire as I watch This couple beat sensual and tense an hour ago I have never seen anything like this before And probably won’t again...

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Flowing across the page. Everything comes to me at once. The colors dance upon the paper. Like a performance on a stage. The only one in the audience is me. Observant and thinking about the next step. I am voiceless. So I let the dancers speak for me instead. As a voice for the voiceless. They understand my heart. Colors flowing across the page. The colors...

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Deep within me, I feel inertia as a slow dance of stars trapped in their own light, A Higgs field enveloping my soul like a heavy cloak of particles and burdened dreams, This terrain of life keeps me from falling into the core of uncertainty, Preserving me from becoming ash, an echo of an existence passed through the...

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We beat our drums to the sound of the bell But we can not copy the sound So we'll dance, and sing in celebration For peace has finally come With the fog cleared up We can see the truth Together we wait For the islands' singing voice to sing again When the bell tolls The story will repeat again Over and over again As we sing...

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How can I, make you move When I can't find words to describe how I feel inside, so I cry. I close my eyes sometimes. To pacify the time, this fragile thing called life. we all have stars in our eyes some have dreams that died it shapes the wake of our life's...

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What a marvelous feeling ...

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We will learn how to harmoniously dance this new dance. May misstep each other's feet but we can break the tense trance. Eventually we will learn our reasons to happily prance....

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The Odd Narrative Steamed up the window, my finger I paint a landscape, Mountain, forest, and lake; the peak cries into the lake becomes a vast ocean, where trees made into wooden rafts floats Midmorning, there is only an outline left of the crest, this will happen to the Himalayas, it will be a grassland on a plateau where horses gallop, flying mane...

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