Rumba Dance Poems | Examples
These Rumba Dance poems are examples of Dance poems about Rumba. These are the best examples of Dance Rumba poems written by international poets.
Dance
makes me
play, act, move
like chic play girl
bold, carefree, nimble,
self-expressing feelings.
High-spirited freestyling
Sexy, flirty with fast salsa
Lively, jazzy in swing and shimmy
Romantic, seductive with rumba
Passionate, controlled in tango
Sensual with bachata
Pert, saucy in chacha
Elegant in waltz
Slick in disco
It let me
amuse
me.
dance party of summer
blue waves rock and roll
seashore tides shimmy and shake ~
sunlight tap dances
white clouds pirouette
delphiniums deep plies ~
ebb tides grand jettes
meadows slowly waltz
forests polka with raindrops ~
breezes minuet
willow trees tango
sunflowers skip jump and jive ~
moon does the hustle
butterflies slow dance
ladybugs groove in two-step ~
surfside twists and shouts
shooting stars moon walk
tide pools salsa dancing ~
birch trees swing and sway
dandelions stroll
fields of daisies jitterbug ~
long days zydeco
swift rivers rumba
rapids mambo in quickstep ~
starshine at the hop
By chance shall we dance;
Shall our toes and feet meet, sweet romance;
By chance;
We dance;
Fairest fair come here
Come let's make music
Hits of simple movements
Romantic old sway side to side
Rumba let us not hide
Little like a violet romance
We go
Tango tango
Let us walk Fox trots
In any dance zizomba
Merengue zouk
Continually dance with shall my love
Let our arches touch feet and toes kiss
we dance and such
We danced
By chance by chance shall we dance
3/30/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2021
That Imperious Urge
He said the Golden Years are all the rage
Aye, it was more a shuffling two-step dance
thus did I run to greet this coming craze
of those just old enough to take the chance.
Classes I assumed would teach the Rumba
my glasses and my hearing aid – but props
bones that clatter in pursuit of Zumba
gyrations fear – the racket will not stop.
Trapped amid memories in the attic
my doctors say I must stay hydrated
now that I’m a homebound geriatric
my bladder feels constantly inflated.
Thus do I stand and wait for water flow
to quell the urge that said I had to go.
9/16/2016
submitted to – Which of the Four Would You Choose – Poetry Contest
All seasons romp through nightfall, dawn, and rain
With leaves prancing as breezes lead their way ,
A tango of summer glazes the spotlight
When boughs display a fired tap to excite.
Soon, autumn bares her petals in orange
To foxtrot with the moon, sleek like curved trees
Cascading on lanes robed in amber and gold
A rhythmic glide that makes chilled buds unfold.
Though winter mellows when snow meets the dark
December spins a waltz, pacing her gait;
Unlike springtime, raw fragrance in new bloom
Wild rumba thrills high from a floral costume.
Seasons bounce along tempos, each one rare
Welcoming cycles filled with pirouettes
Their symbol of thanks to God for nature’s dance;
Oh dames of joy, bring moments of romance!
A Season's Dance Contest, Gail Doyle
by nette onclaud
10.8.13
The music,
The touching,
The after.
All the types
from Folk to Polka,
Tango, Rumba, Samba,
Waltz to Square,
Cha Cha, Mambo, Twist ,
Tap, Jazz, Rock.
Ballroom Proms to Backyard Parties,
Late Night Dives and Quite Evenings.
Steps that Jump, Slide Skip and Hop,
And then some motion stops.
Then we go INTERPRETIVE
Last night, while I drifted in curious slumber
Awakened from sleep by the man in the moon
Who peeked in my window and filtered the room
With twinkling star lights, in rhythmic numbers
The heavens were alive with musical rumbles
The clouds gathered round to melodious tunes
Last night, while I drifted in curious slumber
Awakened from sleep by the man in the moon
Outside on the lawn, trees were dancing the rumba
With the breeze blowing in, curtains curled pirouettes
While two lonely nightingales were singing duets
I was dancing in tune with the man in the moon