Hate Dance Poems

Danger of  Darker Dance

In the heart of the desert, where shadows cast despair,
An ideology emerged—a venomous affair.
Visionless and blind, it spread its wicked creed.
Ignorant...

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I twinkle with the stars of what,
What is the lapse between the beats of the heart?
If heartbeat is why I live, 
then why don’t I...

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I’ll be around as long as canto lasts.
The beat of drum, a naked blast of sweat.
My skirt, a round, chases the breathless casts
of oxygen -...

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Author Dana Redricks
July 26, 2023

In a world beset by pain's bitter reign, where broken hearts tremble, and sorrows collide, compassion, a beacon, must we sustain,...

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Droplets, like tears, fall in symphony,
Whispering secrets of longing, of fear,
Tracing their paths down the windowpane,
Reflecting dreams that wither and disappear.

In their descent, stories are...

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One would not know, to look at me,
my years spent at the ballet barre -
tights sticking to me in summer,
cold fingers in winter.

And the aching...

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** An exercise: write a sonnet in iambic pentameter.

With heavy heart, I offer my remorse,
for I'm too tired to dance this weary eve.
The echoes of...

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Oh the wind , wants to sing me a song
Lord , hope it don't take to long
Running down the road
Carrying my own load
Time is in...

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On the edge of paradise,
woeful tears fall, cold as ice.
On that edge where I stand still,
ashen whips jut onto my will.

On that edge you sear...

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Ah...Satisfactorily Succumbing Into Salubrious Sleep

Aye sandman, I surrender to yar supreme governance
surreal spectacular soiree gifts subconscious sphere
soothing (analogous to natural palliative), ah...REM
member nought, asper exquisite...

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Hot the lost lovers rage 
Walk within pantheons of gilded brigades
The passions roar as idolized lost sages
Of some immense meaning 
In supernatural things 
Without rhythms...

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Day Dreams

I love to have daydreams, 
about the nighttime. 
I believe I can see it all 
clearer in the light. 
I am not afraid of...

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Forgive me father. For I know not of what I’ve done. The chalice from a goat’s horn forged in fire, does not adhere to the...

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I dine on your ashes
I choke on your hypocrisy  
I sit n tolerate 
This mockery 
This travesty of me
I feel my skin crawl with…...

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Broken Glass 

Bits of color...
washed up on the beach. 
Items that tell stories, 
about faraway places, 
new people, and old. 

Red like roses, fine wine...

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