Waltz Dance Poems | Examples
These Waltz Dance poems are examples of Dance poems about Waltz. These are the best examples of Dance Waltz poems written by international poets.
If I knew how to make the clouds dance,
I would teach them to waltz across vast skies.
They would never dissolve into nothingness—
And they would always inspire searching eyes.
If I knew how to make the clouds dance,
I would be a musician of bright notes and vivid colors.
I would take them by the hand like friends,
So they would never grieve as lonely drifters or lovers.
I would teach them how to be like the swans,
Moving gently with grace as they glide.
A composer floating endlessly in the lake of dreamers.
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Contest: Waka-Sonnet Fragment Poetry Contest
Sponsored: Sotto Poet
Date: May 21, 2026
The lens at play
A tube filled with bright players
Dancing throughout reflected prisms
Each step symmetrical
Colorful waltz
glowing brighter
softer neon-like ribbons
painting the cold dark midnight sky
cosmic winds are dancing
plié or waltz
They sway to a waltz in each others arms
inhaling the scent of their partners charms
In passionate moves upon the dance floor
to gentle romantic musical score.
‘Twas her first taste of an amorous dance
they had only just met by happen chance
She blushed crimson as their hearts beat as one
beneath the glitter ball her brown eyes shone.
The music faded as he kissed her hand
then softly whispered he thought she was grand
And said if she was to be here next week
he would be sweeping her right off her feet.
She was walking on air on the way home
reliving the dance in the moonlight roam
Sweet special moments in time to treasure
that will live on in her heart forever.
a celebration
toddler natural
kicking off your shoes
it jumpstarts your heart
festival friendly
dancing for rain
partner or two
blue grass kicking
irish stomping
line dancing
flamenco
Watutsi
slow waltz
tango
dance
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gentle waltz of fall
falling leaves shadow the soul
memory’s faint call
flurry of snowflakes,
waltz down in swivelling steps~
sun saw their last dance.
when crossing a square as I scurried
my feet crossed instead, for I hurried
but while falling, with faults
it morphed sweet to a waltz …
midst a chorus of “Yays!” - off I surried.
DANCE OF THE ACORNS
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when the moon replaces the sun,
the acorns shed their caps,
tiny helmets left on the mossy ground.
they dream of roots and branches,
of reaching, ever-reaching,
toward the infinite.
they hurl themselves, unburdened,
into the inky expanse of the night sky,
joining the silent, shimmering waltz
of a million distant suns,
reflecting starlight in their polished skins.
Once Clara arrived, and she beamed with pride -
Applause, after all they were horrified…
In Autumn, a fall;
The Belle of the ball;
The dance of her life, where she could have died.
To cry is a shame and to laugh is lame.
For once down the stairs (do you know this dame?)
She stumbled a waltz…
Could you get her salts?
She’d dance with the stars and a solid frame.
pelting the sidewalk
streams of gentling rain
music who will stalk
dancing through the pain
floods roll as we rock
maple leaf blushes
giving in to fall winds
last waltz
AP: 3rd place 2025
We met on the seam
between two drownings,
his cuff snagged in the kelp,
my mouth lined with moss.
He grinned
like a man who'd forgotten the surface,
held out his hand like a memory.
I took it.
We spun a waltz—
water-logged feet brushing
the roof of the wreck,
the nape of our need.
My dress leaked its scales,
his coat shed pastured wool,
each step stirring
the schools of ash-bright fish
undulating in rhythm.
When the tide pulled harder,
he didn’t let go.
When the tide pulled harder,
neither did I.
What else could we do
but dance,
until the water conceded—
we were breathing inside her.
Sequential Star Light Dance
Form: Ottava Rima
The stars align in steps we cannot see,
A waltz of thought, of time, of soul unrolled.
Each shimmer sings a silent symphony—
A coded tale in light and spiral told.
They move as one in timeless unity,
Though split by myths the ancients dared unfold.
Each star a pulse, each orbit knows the trance—
The sky becomes the dance before the dance.
Beneath their arc, our shadows stretch and bloom,
Reflecting what our bodies can’t contain.
The starlight stirs the seed inside the womb,
And breathes its will through memory and flame.
No prophet speaks what they cannot presume,
For fate and rhythm rarely wear a name.
And yet, we rise and echo with their trance—
A soul, remembered, joins the sky to dance.
Oh, how we danced
In the vast open space,
And chandeliers dazzling bright.
The lights all crystal clear,
And the band tuned so soft.
All was fine, as we danced.
See her skirt twirling round.
Twas indeed a perfect waltz
We danced oh so close.
Face to face, her perfume, oh so fine,
I pulled her near, and we turned all around.
The music so soft and its splendour enthralled,
We felt oh so glad, dancing close on cloud nine.