Dances Poems - Poems about Dances

Full Moon Hiku 48

                                            Full Moon Hiku 48

full moon mounts high
silver light dances on waves~
dreams

LAKELAND DANCES WITH SWANS

EVERY MORNING I AWAKEN TO THE MAJESTIC BEAUTY THE BRILLANT PRESENCE OF THE BLACK SWAN BATHING IN THE RISING SUN SHE SWIM SO GRACEFULLY WHILE APPROACHING THE SIDES OF THE LAKE WHILE MY HUSBAND AND I PLACE THE BOOTS ON THE GROUND FOR THE FLORIDA'S FALLEN HAND IN HAND CROSSES AND AMERICAN FLAGS LINE THE

Beneath the cloak of night, where stars waltz in eternal dances

Beneath the cloak of night, where stars waltz in eternal dances,
A sweet obsession is born, like a flame that knows no end,
In a golden cage, where desires are ensnared in webs of mystery,
Without the key of enchantment, they remain captive in the labyrinth of oblivion.
The earthly roots of longing pull me into the depths,
Where ghosts

she who dances with fire

she does not walk—
she ignites.
in the dark cathedral of ash and echoes,
she spins,
a silhouette carved from the mouth of a flame,
hips swaying like the last breath of a phoenix.
her dress—
not cloth, but the wind of burning wings,
each thread crackling with a story
that refused to be extinguished.
arms flung skyward—
not surrender,
but invocation.
the fire does not consume her.
it

When fate blows out my candle and the flame dances like a ballerina at dusk

When fate blows out my candle and the flame dances like a ballerina at dusk,
I will listen to the secret whispers of the wind, spinning tales of long ago,
Neither prayers will halt this departure, nor tears will tame
The ephemeral gesture of destiny that has secretly woven the web that now envelops me.
I will dedicate an

Under the summer sky, in the simmering golden sun, my mind dances among the stars

Under the summer sky, in the simmering golden sun, my mind dances among the stars,
Where memories melt into plays of light, dreams, and burning longings,
On beaches where sand is a golden carpet, and the sea sings its eternal song,
I can still feel the waves touching my feet, telling tales of unforgettable times.
The salty air is

dances my soul

heart bursts in rhapsody watching garden glow in bridal makeover! 

For she dances alone

Dancing alone
in a bed of frozen teardrops
Dancing alone
until feet are as raw as bone
until, if only, her heart stops
if only, his breath like soursops...
Dancing alone

Heart Rhythms

Who am I?

I'm that star in the sky

that remains

when all the other stars have run away

 

I'm the last raindrop

that dances on the rooftop

at the end of a stormy day

 

I'm that leaf that clings

to the tree

when the other leaves have accepted their fate

 

I'm the last second

of that minute of that hour

that urges the

death dances

Death dances on life’s whims
Neither leads nor follows
Waits, wallflower-like
For that last dance

In a universe of glass and steel, where fluorescent light dances on cold walls

In a universe of glass and steel, where fluorescent light dances on cold walls,
We have lost ourselves, men of the age, caught in the trap of a paper dream,
Where the tie becomes a noose, suffocating any impulse of freedom,
And each day is an absurd play, performed under the gaze of relentless shadows.
Here, in the cages

In a secret corner of the mind, where silence dances with shadows

In a secret corner of the mind, where silence dances with shadows,
I lose myself in the simplicity of a moment that asks for nothing, just to be,
letting dreams unravel like autumn leaves in a gentle breeze,
without fear of absence, without the desire to arrive anywhere,
for in the absence of desire, a vast field of freedom

In the penumbra of life, a choir of lost souls dances

In the penumbra of life, a choir of lost souls dances,
Their ephemeral steps leave traces on the sands of passing time,
Their dreams, like night butterflies, crash into closed windows,
While the sea of existence churns under the moon, untouched by thoughts.
The scent of regret floats in the air, heavy with unfulfilled promises,
Their lives, like plastic flowers,

Sappho Translations VII

Sappho Translations VI by Michael R. Burch


Sappho, fragment 52
translation by Michael R. Burch

Yesterday,
you came to my house
to sing for me.

Today,
I come to you
to return the favor.

Talk to me. Do.
Sweet talk,
I love the flavor!

Please send away your maids
and let us share a private heaven-
haven.


Sappho, fragment 134
translation by Michael R. Burch

Selene came to Endymion in the cave,
made

In the room where light dances through the curtains like a timid dream

In the room where light dances through the curtains like a timid dream,
I wonder if friendships are not just dusty treasures on the shelves of forgetfulness,
once shining like stars on a never-ending night,
now just silent props in a theater abandoned by time.
Beloved faces melt into the shadows of memories,
old photographs in an album we no

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