Dance Prose Poems
These Dance Prose poems are examples of Prose poems about Dance. These are the best examples of Prose Dance poems written by international poets.
Be Happy in the Now Categories: god, inspirational, philosophy, spiritual,
What’s the use of crying, in a Yesterday that’s gone?
What’s the point of worrying, in a Tomorrow not yet born?
Why not live in bliss and...
TALKING OF VEGETABLES AND OTHER WITH HUMOR Categories: prose, addiction, allusion, fantasy, humor,
The tomato is the Kamikaze
of the kitchen...
TAKE A CHANCE Categories: prose, adventure, betrayal,
life can tough
and very rough
to over power this stuff
you must not get fed up
knock off the dust
to get head
get back in the worlds...
Butterfly Shadows Categories: prose, beauty, butterfly, senses,
They stopped me
in my tracks as
I walked out the door
ready to work in
the garden out back
the sun blazing overhead
and a fragrant late spring
A Twilight Waterfall Categories: animal, appreciation, beauty, flower,
Bamboo orchids sprayed across
a twilight waterfall dances
it’s way downwards.
tasting the floral scents;
moonlight sings it’s
lullaby as she drifts
into somber tranquility.
Lighted window is
ON THE BEACH Categories: prose, analogy, art, metaphor, nature,
In the sand, the coconut trees
THE BEACH BAND Categories: prose, adventure, cheer up,
theyhave a grove
that makes you move
some pop and bebop
they play soul
make you dance bold
you come on the stand
with mike in hands
you get down with
Sky Categories: prose, poetry,
Sky: My Response To Your Diagnosis
(Written With Mariangela Canzi)
Initially, we felt abandoned
in blinding sun
but you are strong solid
like a radiant full moon.
Your hands remain warm...
GIVE ME A CHANCE Categories: prose, uplifting,
baby don't walk away
i need your attention today
i plea with you i do
need love too
come tome lets play
WALK A WAY
with you i won't...
COME DANCE WITH ME Categories: prose, adventure, crush,
love your grove
love the way you move
you caught my eye
as you dance by
ho baby feel free
COME DANCE WITH ME...
Sometimes we must steal and loan kisses Categories: prose, dark, poetry, women,
Sometime we must steal and loan kisses
Beautiful lady arrived at the Austin's tavern at twelve trying to escape the Texas Summer heat.
Once she wanted everything...
Know yourself Categories: prose, analogy, seasons, spiritual,
I wonder from all the seasons,
which one is me?
How do nature's elements
define my identity?
When clouds reflect judgement,
it does not matter what they think,
I do not...
The Dance Categories: prose, angel, christian, faith, night,
There is one who hung the stars in place.
Who set the cosmos like a timepiece
In sure rotation across the velvet sky.
He saw his reflection...
O' That Our Sad And Vain Glories Wouldst Suffice Categories: art, deep, growth, humanity,
O' That Our Sad And Vain Glories Wouldst Suffice
O' that our sad and vain glories wouldst suffice
to soothe our nightmare moods, their poisoned queries
AN ODE TO MY DAUGHTER Categories: friendship love,
(NOT) JUST ANOTHER PICTURE ON THE WALL
You came into my life at a time I needed you most
I was so lonely in a strange...
the wager Categories: prose, crush,
the wager for the one full of swagger
might contain an element of danger
maybe an all night rager
all his love sits in the hangar
so start a...
sepia still Categories: prose, metaphor,
tattered coffee stained pictures
hold the everlasting portrait of nevermore
eternal empty stares
words forever on the verge of being spoken
never being heard
In an Evening Wood Categories: angel, appreciation, fairy, fun,
In an evening wood, fairies play;
moonlight’s resplendent fingers dance among them.
Only the trees know fairy secrets;
they’re fairy, security systems.
When winter shows its frigid caress,
SRI LANKA Categories: america, anger, death, depression,
So many CHRISTIANS died inhumanely.
In innocence in churches or having Easter lunches.
God, welcomed so many home in an instant.
360 died in one day.
345 Christians are...
I want to love a bonnie girl Categories: prose, lost love, love, sad,
I want to love a bonnie girl
I am dreaming of dear Scotland again,
once my pretty Sheena and I,
we were drunk in love.
We knew wanderlust of...