Dancers Poems - Poems about Dancers

Beware the dancers who’ve ascended from hell, who come to the swamp lands or elsewhere at night. They transfix their victims and try to steal their souls, causing them to dance with them beneath the moonlight. If you should be caught by them, focus your mind. Don’t look at the doom in their soulless eyes. Pray to your God to help...

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we're not there, we're on the wire spin and twirl though never tire absent yet entwined and spun as now we are all but one trace my arm ...

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Nighttime falls the world in silence Performers ready to be a guidance Clouds begin to clear for all to see, dazzling display descends for thee. A stage forms above through the sky, stars a mere backdrop for they become shy. Moons and planets become their spotlight, constellations an audience to watch tonight. Night sky dancers arrive with charm and grace, greeting their audience from...

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Fractured by The Dancers of Dissolution (A lone voice whispers) I dreamt As I sat alone at home After church One rainy afternoon Dressed in my Sunday best Thinking after you left We were like two rare windblown autumn leaves Meeting on a winter's tree branch By chance Hypnotized within that first magical glance To think we would be together Forevermore Until the wickedness...

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dogs danced the dance dressed as if in France with mustard bras legs gave me pause did I have a chance? A fork I did pick up thinking I might sup on this chorus line fancy and fine procuring winners cup...

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I ask you to hear your answer... Are you a lover or a dancer? Maybe you are both - but then What am I getting at when I say this question? Picture this... Those who would not want to miss The chance to gather - be they mild Or the ones who are more wild. Lovers sit and raise their glasses As the dancers...

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As a dancer one day I was in love to to be dancing. As a dancer one day, my feet couldn't stand on. Rehearsing for hours for nothing, but bleeding, on a dance permormance I couldn't be anymore. The dance of dances for me has reached the end. My dance shoes still feet me but the steps don't feet my shoes to keep...

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Mysterious clock dancers have a way of gliding no one can replicate. They travel through the fog of London, past many a garden gate. We had not heard of them until the death of our Great Aunt Kate. Their mystical magical way of moving is something no one can duplicate. Many see them coming and wonder about their peculiar...

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Two hands beckon forth towards promise of their yearning hold One deadly dark with beauties mark; the other a pale white gold Both dance for me as they do sing in full display of light so bold Twin voices ring and compete to bring their sister’s knees to fold....

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I have a questioning mind that feasts like a beast on being detail oriented. The morsels I consume are what others think of as simply a waste of time. But when gathering more snippets, I find room. Most often it's a curse, denying me any answers. In my mind queries arabesque and whirl like dancers. For example, there's a beach ball...

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I listened You sang The lilting syllables  My heart bell rang You resonate My soul vibrates Our frequency Makes us mates The tune we play The words we say Our bodies move We dance We sway Strictly friends Applause All tens Jinjagoliath 21st July 2023...

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Dancers fly through the air Like smoke and fire All limbs and rain on a foggy day, Flightless birds that soar for just moments Each pointed foot and extended arm it’s own brush To paint a masterpiece....

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here they come again windblown fugitives of gold dancing with flowers sun's shadow dancers green fluttering leaves darkly silhouette party purple birds glide by dusky beats upon the ground trembling, shade fruit vines in a dance to night movement in grassy marshes' dynasty of days...

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countless snowflakes fall they twirl, twist – swirl in the wind embrace pale Mardi Gras...

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Dogon mask dancer is nervous for the first time in twenty-six years For the newly departed is his favorite grandfather, mountain deer man. He has not done a mask dance for a loved one prior to this moment. The tribe is waiting, their eyes trained on each grimace and movement. Ease to the underworld in the best way he...

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