Swing Dance Poems | Examples
These Swing Dance poems are examples of Dance poems about Swing. These are the best examples of Dance Swing poems written by international poets.
Life, the eternal dance,
that pendulum always swaying from dark to light,
while we move around its arc, avoiding every strike.
But sometimes we’re clumsy with the steps we try to keep,
and the pendulum hits hard, knocking us off our feet.
Thrown into the shadows, surrounded by the flames,
cremating thought within your mind, igniting burning pains
that twist and churn so fiercely they could drive one insane.
But stand.
Stand on your own two feet.
Never give up.
Never accept defeat.
Dance through those flames that scorch inside your brain
until you reach the light once more and break free from the strain.
Continue the eternal dance,
dodging that pendulum’s swing at every chance.
And if once again you’re struck and knocked down,
remember this truth — Always Dance Strong.
Charlieku 4-28-26
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flower fandango - CM
rowdy clouds jive
gusty winds drive ~
tulips two-step
raindrops rumble
thunder tumbles ~
bluebells boogie
tempest flash dance
showers bluster ~
sweet peas swing dance
phlox fandangos
wild spring tangos~
rainbow bouquets
Night of Rhythm
Tone into serene
Music from the ivories
In control and bold
Jazz upbeat
People dancing through the New York City streets
A Harlem past
The swing of dance
Classical meeting sassy
Melody stretching far and wide
All night long
Mello sounds
A tap here and there
Suddenly total body movement and legs to follow
Together running down to the feet
Accompaniment all its own
The ivories making it all possible
Midnight happening at the exact hour
Piano being the tempo
Jazzy and Frenzy
Smooth and secure
Steinway at its best
Energized and organized
Midnight Piano hitting all the right notes.
Suzy ran to the local swing dance!
Lots of dudes there awaiting to prance!
When she went through the door
Quickly tripped on the floor-
Grabbed a guy's hand and twirled to romance!
Pumpkins are made
For pies
And pies are made
For jack-o-lanterns
To
Please little girls
Who ride swings high over the city on
Cold
Mornings when others
Have found the schoolhouse
Under the ghetto waiting to transform the little leftovers
Into Wallstreetbogeymen scaring the country into
Unwanted
Growth claiming ‘More Pumpkins Are Better.’
The swing's chains are cold in late October
The seat can be wet
She
In her own glory does
Not
Notice the silence. Dreaming of
Dancing at the Met exposing truth to the music of Mendelssohn.
We linger
On the damp cool October morn
She peruses the skyline looking for the
Spot she might run to
As the swing finds a higher plane.
Prom Night!...and I'm Sitting by my Phone
One Ringy Dingy and I'm...Prom Prone!
Too much Zing! in my Swing...
She Ran!...Hoof on a Wing
So, now I'm Dirty Dancing...Alone!
I meander along
drifting like a ribbon,
curling in the breeze,
bending like a river
sinuous with the flow
swing to the beat
swaying left and right
meandering onward
sashaying
rambling
winding
curling
humming
zigzag
zinging
singing
along
I go
um
Santa and the Mrs. went out dancing
They went to the Red Chapel wild prancing.
Swing to the music and humped;
Pulled away, sway round, and jumped.
Pushed, wobble away, looked back proud, glancing.
Santa and the Mrs. partied hearty
Until night lit, busting their humps, smarty.
Woke with aching hangover.
Rudolph, out in the clover,
showing off bright nose, wittingly, arty.
Hey, Santa, running late and feel sixer.
Mrs. Santa did mix an elixir.
He drank till room stop spinning.
Smart aleck Rudolph, grinning.
Weak with sore belly, sobered up quicker.
I'd like to feel free,
As a bird on the wing.
Join a choir and gustily sing.
Read an exciting book,
Without being disturbed.
I could talk to myself,
Without being overheard.
Sit out in the garden,
On an old garden swing
Swinging up high,
As a bird on the wing,
Free as a bird,
That's how I would like to be,
Young and unencumbered,
Not ancient like me.
I am old now,
Have I lost my chance?
Certainly not, MY EYES CAN STILL DANCE?
Previously submitted January 2022
1. IF step, just step as I take a breath
just wanna dance wit ya
close proximity
marching in David's shoe
dance remedy
step step step
to the beat of the music
let's walk it out, out, out
a paradee swing wit me tha MEloDy
it's clear to me, I am such a hoot, they say call N me Chazz foot
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2. come mask flask the task
bask in the foot steps
across thee gravel, concrete and grass
IF step, just step as I take a breath
just wanna dance wit ya
close proximity
toss cross the lane be glad engage on stage
be glad git down and bad
Be free, be ya got what it took...
ya, step, steppin
Chazz Foot
9/27/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2024©
Time for a poet is
a Pinata of Words
It is dawn, I am up
to crack one open
flip the tab
juiced, ready to swing
and twirl!
the feet cannot lie
psychologists know this
they learn it right away
note the feet
if they cannot stay still
nerves are twitching them
or the child is on a swing
kicking away,
pumping into the sky
if they are dancing,
the person has joy in their heart
and an urge to move
hearing a happiness of which others may not be aware
if legs are still, it means the person has given up
especially if there is music
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.
Swing dance is fun, lively, playful
Wing it with jazz and rock and roll music
Impressive with lifts, dips, drops, leans
Nailing the basic steps is the key
Getting good at it is groovy
For Miranda Hawley's Dance Of...Contest
Cleared from mistakes past ,he greets love reclaimed
His ardor fierce as dreams untethered swing.
Moments of anger, jealousy now tamed:
Again, night's rhapsodies begin to
sing.
His woman alights, dressed in bridal
lace...
Her lover honoring a misty glance
Petal- kissed within their own world's
embrace
Where flamed waltz glides...on dips of shadow- dance.
And male fingers cascade down through her
waist
Bronzed hands tracing her every hourglass curve,
Enamored by swaggers of season's wait;
No other movement , their footsteps could swerve.
It would take whirls of lifetime to explain
This unrehearsed dance beneath moonlit rain.