Salsa Dance Poems | Examples
These Salsa Dance poems are examples of Dance poems about Salsa. These are the best examples of Dance Salsa poems written by international poets.
Crime mysteries get me engrossed, be carried away,
forget the time, get me wide awake, keep me on my
toes that I just read and read through the night or day.
Dance makes me groove and show off my graceful move.
Slow tempo with flow for waltz, fast for swing, so is salsa, apply
medium beat for tango, slow for ballad, light on the feet to improve.
I heard a still voice in my reflective thought that I ought to write
word of encouragement to lift spirits, realized I have a gift and by
and by I was writing poems and writing my feelings out is all right.
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.
Mariachi beats are unmistakably Mexican, sassy as salsa
Hot and spicy, the sombrero on the floor hops up and down
Carnival dance battle begins with the traditional janabe tapatio
Crowd marvels at the precision of the couple’s moves
Courtship unveiled as the dance progresses, he is pursuing
His efforts refused at first, her China Poblana dress flaring
Female dancer finally accepts his advances, her handsome man
He gives the crowd a happy wave, showing off his charro suit.
no Salsa here
gettin’ old is gettin’ old
…..soft shoe, hat and cane
John G. Lawless
2/14/2022
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
Pleiades Shuffle - S
Sashay down the city street,
Sidewalks dance square sambas,
Sassy solo boogaloos
Swing steps sway then hand jive
Salsa steps won’t shuffle
Street dances stroll and stomp
Stage for cha cha congas
4-21-21
Contest: Pleiades S
Sponsor: Kim Merryman
Have discovered the word "shag" has taken on a different meaning through Brit Box. Omitted the word and made a change.
Slowly sinks the setting sun silently spent and sore
Still soul of horizon sips its shine from the serene sea
Satin sands smoothly strewn on the sloping shore
Surround the shimmering silver shells I stand to see.
Streaks of scarlet cloud sail in the seamless sky shallow
Sea-surface soaks their shades the slant sun rays spatter
Surging swells split on the sparkling swirls in surreal show
Seducing me to swing in sync with the salsa spins of water.
December 17, 2020
Contest : Alliteration
Sponsor : Eve Roper
I consider myself quite the dancer,
so, of course I joined a dance class;
but there is a problem with my feet,
most of the time they are just stuck;
and my legs have a routine their own,
and sometimes both my knees buckle.
I swirl and twirl, dip and leap high,
and swing my arms in all directions;
and my salsa hips, oh la la la la,
in my head- I am a floating butterfly.
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September 9, 2016, (Repost, October 7, 2020)
Poetry/Verse/The Dancer
Copyright Protected, ID 09-1293-345-09
All Rights Reserved, 2016, Constance La France
Submitted to the contest, Games Mental or Physical (old/new)
sponsor William Kekaula
Second Place
at the salsa class
fiery redhead caught his eye
oh boy, she’s so hot!
2/6/19
I consider myself quite the dancer,
so, of course I joined a dance class;
but there is a problem with my feet,
most of the time they are just stuck;
and my legs have a routine their own,
and sometimes both my knees buckle.
I swirl and twirl, dip and leap high,
and swing my arms in all directions;
and my salsa hips, oh la la la la,
in my head- I am a floating butterfly.
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September 9, 2016
Poetry/Verse/Dance Of The Butterfly
Copyright Protected, ID 16-826-915-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Written for the contest, A Body Of Work
sponsor, Viv Wigley
Fifth Place
Tantalizing touch,
he manoeuvres her slender hips:
A hot salsa dance
Limerick : Once Schuhmacher/Shoemaker from Brazilia
Once Schuhmacher/Shoemaker from Brazilia
Made a shoe shaped like the Ark of Noah
Birds and beasts of forests
Fought acarien* pests
Till toes itched: that’s how Man danced the Salsa!
* mite
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2014
Limerick : Once our Senorita from Sevilla – 12
Once our Senorita from Sevilla
Entered a dance contest in Bahia
Others danced the salsa
Rita dirty samba
Since Sevilla sells the new dance : Salsamba !*
• « Sal » in French means « dirty ».
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2013