Waltzing Poems | Examples

Waltzing in My Sleep

"...there rests a pensive petunia, breathing, but sleep-waltzing..." ~ Ink Empress (not the author of this poem, but the inspiration)

When awake, I never dance - 
nor would I, given the chance. 
My earthly job is to account, 
arriving at the right amount.
Yet, violins help me count sheep, 
and I go waltzing in my sleep.

Beneath Waltzing Clouds

             winter
with it's fangs retracted
s l i t h e r s away.
see you next year!
spring is here
           gravid 
with infinite possibilities
mother earth aging
in reverse; clothed
 in her sunday best.

I shall make the most of
this glorious day!

             l i l a c s
         breath honey 
into my nostrils.
i hear early birds tweeting.
i see flowers blooming.
in the infancy of spring,
pollinating bees 
buzz with excitement
gleeful blades of grass 
sway in the breeze.

I shall make the most of
this glorious day!

with blessings of rain,
bare trees quench their thirst.
           starlings
against the lapis lazuli sky
dazzle me so.
a shy sun peeks out,
brightly beaming
down my head as I walk, 
frequently whistling
beneath waltzing clouds.

I shall make the most of 
of this glorious day!

Skating Upon Saturn's Rings

Come! We'll fall into Saturn's ice arms
We'll skate on her rings as moons arise
On my toes, I'll spin woes into charms
see amethyst form storm's sultry skies
Smile at lightning's attempted disguise.

We'll skate together and then alone
leaving imprints, as settlers perhaps
Marking a path for others to own
among icey confines, Nature's lapse
finding wonder, unable to grasp

Skating back and forth on Saturn's rings,
you stop to stir stardust into night
Enchanted moments we hope to bring
in dreams, perhaps. or by candlelight
songs of the Muses, in frigid flight

Wayward clouds, silken-spun, drift away
They waltzed in tunes from a spilling crest
Dawn's faint hues entice night into day
I gather stars and place in your vest
Sadly, we leave, for we were but guests

Waltzing Over Ashes

Written: January 21, 2025, for contest Sponsored by: Brian Strand

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We waltz on the edge of a wildfire
where fiery flames and ashen relics,
yield to the rolling tide.
devotion serves as earth's eternal echo,
our roots reach staunchly,
the past, our thick, tattered tapestry.

Yet, in the furnace of blazing flames.
our spirits strengthened,
akin to sculpting shiny steel
the air fluffy words, a vow
of balmy breezes blissful brush, 
so gentle.
untamed waves with whimsical, 
whirling heart. 

Our love emerges unshackled,
uncelebrated, yet won't wane.
Whispering of the magic of its waters,
Our love is akin to a melody, 
flowing quietly but eternally.

Waltzing Bear

Written: November 03, 2023, For Brian Strand Contest
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I was just a child,
enraged by my inaptitude to act
I dashed home,
surprised,
my eyes wide open
trying to retain the tears at bay,
fists clenched
palms are pierced by nails,
lungs contract, begging for breath...
I couldn't keep an eye on him.

He was
a dark furred man-bear
with forlorn, teary eyes,
waltzing to the beat of a drum.
In his irises, I saw
the lushness of wetlands,
cherries and wild fruits
the vastness of the mountains
as well as the nectar of icy streams,
and honey-laden trees.
With a chain around his neck,
standing tall on his back legs
all
he was pleading for 
was
freedom.

Waltz Among the Flowers POTD

whirling rose petals
as they move to dream music
sunflower acclaim

dips in dahlias
orange yellow cream and red
spins past snapdragons 

four o'clock fragrance
and flourishes near fuchsias
forget-me-not fame

Whispering Shadows Are Waltzing To That Undulating Beat

Whispering Shadows Are Waltzing To That Undulating Beat

Moon by day is a faintly cast glow, a poetic dance
If Love's hand in play, it is a fabulous gold romance
Spinning round the sky for the audience's delicious glee
Oh, my lover that is the beauty for both you and me
As we enjoy and watch the parade in Mother sky
Yet quite oft a message resides within asking the why
Whispering shadows are waltzing to that undulating beat
As humanity rejoices in finding new ways to cheat
Alas! There always is a very steep-set price to pay
For Heaven always has the final, truer, righteous say
Our Lord rejoices when we heed those biblical held laws
Else we in deep pain, wake up to deep slashing devil's claws!

Dare we in blind ignorance walk a sad crooked trail?
Follow loud, baying hell-hounds right into unholy hell?

Waltzing With Roses

Hummingbirds and red blooms delight
I write as flowers near me dance
It smells as it moves through my mind

My mind's pane touts your skillful flight
I'm charmed by your bright, warm threads trance
Your poised, focused zen was confined

Humming wings yearn for roses, sprite
Sung in scale with hues that enhance
In pure skies, sight, lures, and views lined

With this cast, chirp was a swell sight
Bask in sun's room, bloom for romance
With mate, red rose's dawn is twined

Your weightless flight spells zeal and hope
Red rose catch the hummingbird scope.

Written: May 30th, 2023

Trilonnet Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Joseph May 

Image number: 3
Checked by HMS.COM: 8 Syllables/line

Waltzing Fairy

She is the result of self-assurance.
She moves as smoothly as a stream
Her sarong was embellished with sequins
Boosting her brilliance
Her steps are like never-ending weaving
With her wild elegance
She makes floating designs in the air
Her aura may be sensed everywhere
However, it is scattered
Like a cheerful tease
That sparkles like silver stars
She is the embodiment
Of a cheerful nature
That brightens and warms any heart.

Written: May 17, 2023

Waltzing Trees

Blue-green splashes as you pull into the sea cliff curve.
I stop to view nature's rainbows through a glass swerve.

Watch the sparkling waterfalls, trees, stars, and sky.
What is more dazzling than a natural wonder display?
 
Dance with Fall, a waltz that bent the limbs of the trees.
Tell me all you've been hiding from me under the seas.

Spring, sing to me with the rustling of your wings.
Blow on me your savory smells from your swings.

Sunflower fluff, silver-throated tanager, brisk July flight
An auspicious fall wind makes the hillside maples spray.

A damp gust is swollen away by a breath of fresh air.
The wind carries pollen, seeds, and dying twigs bare.

Written: March 24, 2023

I'M Waltzing - Edited

I’m
waltzing
and 
waltzing
and gliding
with ease.
I’m 
so glad
I tried this.
It is a breeze.
With a one
two three
one  
two three
Darling, won’t
you please
waltz
now with
me?

March 22, 2023
for Emile Pinet's Waltz Wave Poetry Contest
Syllable pattern: 1/2/1/2/3/2/1/2/3/4/3/2/1/2/3/2/1/2/1

Waltzing Words

This tale is spilled via wrought emotion.
To the drumming of a waltzing pulse rate.
With wonderment of time, and commotion.
This tale is spilled via wrought emotion.
Where we soft land in a cryptic diction.
Words are taking shape, for the needy fate.
This tale is spilled via wrought emotion.
To the drumming of a waltzing pulse rate.

Written: March 11, 2023

Waltzing With the Wind

Waltzing with the Wind

        See
        the breeze
     sway
        the leaves
   to-and-fro.
         Watch them
    dance
             around
   with the wind
  waltzing in time
      do-si-do
  as they
            move
  and swing
       with the beat.
    Only stop
    when
    the wind
    goes.

  7/3/2023
  Waltz wave poetry contest
  Emile Pinet (sponsor)

Waltzing Praise

Sing       
praises
to
adore 
God our King.
To Him
we’re
placed in
His Light by
His Saving Grace.
Say amen
waltz, wave
and 
rejoice 
joyfully!
For His
love
ever 
reigns!

March 3, 2023     11.20am (lunch time)

Waltz Wave Poetry Contest
Verse poetry form only.
Sponsored by: Emile Pinet


wwwhowmanysyllables.com
1/2/1/2/3/2/1/2/3/4/3/2/1/2/3/2/1/2/1
30 words
38 syllables
204 characters


                                   Waltz Wave
This form was created on Jun.13, 2020, and named for Leo Waltz, the Web Manager of Sol Magazine, it asks for a one-stanza titled poem, with nineteen lines; each line has a set number of syllables. No Rhyme  Pattern:  1/2/1/2/3/2/1/2/3/4/3/2/1/2/3/2/1/2/1

Tango's and Waltzing

It was a bloody mess,
murder,
the kind that does not kill
but stabs on and on.
You get used to it, want it,
it keeps you alive
the way some poisonous medicine will.

We slammed together, bruised,
pile-driving through explosive flames;
we were yoked to bridges
ones that lowered and arched.
Desires clawed ribcages,
delved into our secret marrow.

Some love poetry
becomes the aromatic attar
of a perfect rose,
while other’s ends in greasy stains
over wilting ego’s,
both are worth it.

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