Dancer Poems - Poems about Dancer

A follow through the heart, A star in the wings, For I never know what this dance will bring, Following goes through the floor, When your a dancer told to dance no more, A turn just once follows the story to be told, All the movements we faced have drawn us old, All the criticism we take have to unfold, The many...

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midnight dancer the ballerina turned round and round upon her pointed toes to the gentle sound of the music box before the lid was closed i followed from a distance watching as she gathered cigarette butts and paper napkins the haze of yellowed streetlights reflected onto her teeth when she smiled through shattered memories her black wool coat was more than she needed and less than she wanted when the...

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Henessey the hip hop girl danced rings around the others Astounding her dance teacher and other girls’ mothers She is such a show-off said the other girls in her hip hop class. Her kicks were crazy and wildly exuberant; she broke more than one glass. We like your enthusiasm, the dance teacher told Henessey But you have to watch what...

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The Dancer At fifteen, he was a dancer with a  slim body and narrow hips, after school he walked to  the dance studio where he was welcome and danced as long as he could other boys bullied him and said he was girlish, but the girls liked him because of him the felt save  On and on he danced, the press wrote  about this...

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Scarlet ribbons are woven into her hair, titan ringlets frame her beautiful face. Never refusing to wiggle her pert derriere, rich men pay big to ogle nubile Ella Grace. Huge feather fans ensure she’s never bare ~ Ella’s folks aren’t aware of her work place! ...

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delicate dancers tiptoeing from bloom to bloom beauties of springtime by Zyrool ...

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For her own sensual pleasure, she loved to dance Never giving in again, to her need for romance for once, long ago, a man had broken her heart To this wild gypsy woman, the dance was an art Her torrid gyrations were evidence of her passion Sensual, her heart to passion *Phoenix sixain form...

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Agile body, creative dance expressions ... floaty, graceful, high intensity, joyousness, keen, lithe, musicality, natural. Outstanding performance ... quite riveting, stunning, terrific, ultra, vehement, winsome, xany, yielding, zesty. ...

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dynamic dancer dazzling an audience inspiring young ones to want to be ballerinas oblivious to the freshness and joy she brings her inner turmoil apparent only to a few her right arm flips up, summoning lightning she is all powerful...

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establishing a relationship with you built on an exaggerated truth complicated by the strain if loves the remedy don't tell me that it can't fix what wrong tween me and you it aint my self esteem Darling I say it's you everything I say is only talk: man whats a man to do Fear of rejection keeps me here don't wanna break it off everyone needs someone who's real and...

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Everybody can dance But being a graceful dancer Makes you standout I have seen one like this When i visited intramural Of my yongest daughter There's a dance competition The move is simple but beautiful Yet, her grace was enormous Graceful moves so they say It's good to watch, not boring It's entertaining because She bring dance into life Seems like flow with the music Body softness...

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Hearts hanging on by a thread Long exposure photography Capturing the twirls of joy Those hearts spun without knowing In that lost but lasting moment Where self consciousness fell away Attached to lunar termination We're not all light or dark Our microphone has us tilt to the shadow And balance would be impaired Yet we're experts at...

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Wardrobe malfunction…circus seamstress needs sacking ~ Quick … send in the clowns! Bare breasts are on show ~ cheeks match her red hair ~snow white steed to the rescue!...

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her dancing was lifeless mechanical stilted moves she had no expression eyes of a plastic mannequin where was her joy? did she like dancing? her mother’s dream never hers....

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I picture mind as an immense seaside, Thoughts as random waves soon to fade away As does a rising and receding tide, Like weeds, what they leave survive welcome stay. At times there endures sepulchral silence That looks a soul-less stage flooded with blight, A rain-washed seashore in deep penitence, Deserted, and robbed of daylong...

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