Ballet Dance Poems

These Ballet Dance poems are examples of Dance poems about Ballet. These are the best examples of Dance Ballet poems written by international poets.

EN POINTE
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Upon a dimly lit state she stands
en pointe, defying gravity.
Time pauses, suspended like
dust motes dancing in the spotlight.

She holds the moment 
like a fragile

© Sara Etgen-Baker  

STAGE BENEATH HER FEET* 
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before the lights ignite,
     she stands, a silhouette of dreams,
       

© Sara Etgen-Baker  

PIROUETTES
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autumn, poised, dances,
a ballerina en pointe,
forges leaves to gold,
listens for rustling music,
performs graceful pirouettes~
cherishing her earth-bound gift

crisp leaves swirl and twirl
golden whispers touch the ground

© Sara Etgen-Baker  

WAITING FOR THE MUSIC TO PLAY*
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she’s poised on her tiny stage
waiting for the music to play

she wears a pink leotard and white satin tutu bordered

© Sara Etgen-Baker  

A SUMMER BALLET  

In shade and cool winds,
tree green leaves and pink flowers,
joyfully ballet:-

© Millard Lowe  

BALLET OF WORDS
Thoughts pirouette light,
twirl on the blank screen of night,
a ballet of words.
Ink swirls with a dancer's grace,
a grand jeté through the stars.

Ink flows

© Sara Etgen-Baker  

vibrant dancers ripple 
circling weave-like structures
tiptoes synch with rhythm
for striking moves’ mixtures
like bright petals on space
twirled ballet… a rapture

© Len Gasun  

Curtain Call
(is an audience-led call for a performer or performers to return to the stage after a performance, typically in response to applause.)


The curtains open.
And

© Krystin Douglas  

"The clouds parted like the pursed lips of desire,"
drawing an ambience for dreamers to dream
with watercolor whispers and acrylic zen ~
amorous, magnetic, and achingly alluring,
dusted

© Ink Empress  

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

© Subimal Sinha-Roy  

toes
en pointé
reeling  high
dancer of swans
her brisk frame...pirouetting like night wind----
I watch her arms flip when  tragedy lurks
pas de deux wanes
cascading
i n t o
death

2md

© Nette Onclaud  

Is dance a metaphor for sex?
You’d think so if you knew my ex
(at least the barflies all believe
she’s hoarding something up her sleeve).
But what makes

© Michael Coy  

Like a morning flower unfurling in beauty 
One ballerina blooms in a graceful ballet 

Of Shadows and light she flows in a delicate pastel dream

© Rick Parise   

The phone rings red
Like an accusation 
Love is fleeting not dead
Embrace emancipation 

No longer a thing teal
Fantastic run we had
I no longer fuchsia feel
Sad that

© Karen Jones  

The flame of life, a burning ember bright,  
Passed down through ages, bathed in starlight.  
Each generation, a link in the chain, 

© Joel Hawksley