Dancing Poems - Poems about Dancing

In a world where words are butterflies of light dancing at dawn, The poet becomes an alchemist of shadow, transmuting silence into gold, A beacon spreading its ray through the waves of time's mist, Critic of society, he digs deep into the soil of ignorance with a silver quill. Verses flow like a river of stars through the eternal...

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Across the valley, green pasture and the hills I imagine dancing to freedom I feel Lifting my toes in the daisies, full of thrills Along the river, my spirit flows surreal It's a taste of heaven on land around me I imagine dancing to freedom I feel In the sky, large birds soar so effortlessly Peace comes naturally, not something I chase It's...

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We dance without any need to rehearse, when we’re attuned to universal mind, whence formless presence composes a verse, inspired by glowing heart, divine entwined. We gain God’s trust when we choose to be just, quick to forgive, eager to help and give, ego rested, choosing love over lust, as the chosen mantra by which we live. Heart emptied of toxins, we’re free...

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her eyes . her eyes stole me away the look distant engaging darting but always blue . sometimes i wondered what they had seen how such beauty could see pain suffering shed tears . i looked she looked we saw the future two glances dancing a collision course across a table for two while our eyes made us one tolbert ...

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DANCING MISTY DAWN NEW DAY- cooling breeze new day dawns a light brisk mist covers dawn dancing springs jest 4/24/25 Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2025© ...

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Twas the funniest sight Saw an elephant dance Wearing a frilly green dress Without any pants A crowd gathered round To take in the sight Some squirrels and penguins And hippos on bikes A bunch of silly monkeys Wearing polka dot ties Were joking with tigers Wearing shades for disguise What a glorious scene They were all having fun Taught us all a great lesson To love everyone No matter...

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Seagulls play along the shore Swooping in and out of the tide Golden sun shimmers on waves as they dance some more Now and then seagulls take a ride Whispers of sunset amid the roar Soon, golden hues will be spied...

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She dances to the rhythmic drumbeats, She dances despite her aching feet. She bears the torture; If only.it would turn to joy. She watches the priest as he calls upon the benevolent spirits, As he invokes the Divine. Will he be able to realign the pieces that would guide...

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Dancing at the chance to advance, Through every single circumstance, Exponentially enhancing the experience. Evolving, adapting to this existence. Energy permeating the expanse, Creating a physical romance. A performance based chase, The Soul wearing a face, All together in the same place. Receiving the gift of grace, Chasing after what we feel matters, Climbing our invisible ladders, Defending ourselves from attackers. A busy mind constantly chatters, As thoughts splatter...

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DANCING IN THE BREEZE He knew this was a special day. Her beauty took his breath away. His throat went dry as he said hello. Fearing she would turn and go. She smiled at him, so he took his chance. And through bated breath asked her to dance She clutched his hand; they danced all night. They laughed and joked; things just...

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The hooded figures hollow eyes glared, while with his bony hand he beckoned me to join him. I could feel searing embers burn below, inside the shadow that surrounded my soul. I became lost inside this demon's heartless fury. The circle of fire I could hear it`s call, it`s haunting beat strangled my soul. In a zombie like trance I joined this...

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Pussycat Pussycat tap tapping like a boxer within your imaginary ring playful and nimble bouncing on a spring to the left to the right dancing on a whim Submitted on March 29, 2025 for contest YOUR CHOICE G sponsored by BRIAN STRAND - Honorable Mention...

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Is dance a metaphor for sex? You’d think so if you knew my ex (at least the barflies all believe she’s hoarding something up her sleeve). But what makes people want to dance? An aural frenzy? True romance? Would Hamlet, Shylock or Macbeth ever dance themselves to death? Strasbourg is the kind of town that’s unassuming, buttoned down. These people don’t let down their hair: rarely...

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There was an old man who marched in Belfast, wearing shamrocks danced to emerald past. On St. Patrick’s fancy day in ceilithe he dined by bay, saw the snakes slither slow, turning green fast. ...

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The mulberry trees are, awaking with new life. I am feeling my new green leaves, coming from my many branches. Spring is here, showing off her beauty. What do I see, a butterfly house? It is tucked beneath my many branches, hidden in my new green leaves. Colorful butterflies now appear, dressed in their finest colorful wings. As I watch I see, beautiful butterflies dance from flower to...

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