Dance Words Poems

Ink stains and fragmented thoughts 
fuse upon lined pages,
 a dance of fleeting emotions 
and raw revelations. 

A symphony of words whispered to the wind,...

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Written: April 05, 2024

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Whispers, as tongues, do speak.
I've become entangled in this...

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In the cosmic forge, where stars knead their ethos, there words were born,
To be vestments for the pristine truth, obsidian fervor.
They interlaced, shining fiery like...

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In this vast expanse of blue and green,
I stand, 
alone,
not a soul to echo my thoughts against,
nor a shadow to mingle with mine under the...

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In the quiet of my mind, words dance and twirl 
A fragile ballet of mere notions unfurled 
I sit and ponder, pen in place just...

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Who was a family show singer,
when her young daughter tried to be a dead ringer.
He brought her to life,
then she became  his wife.

 
Her...

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Say something meaningful,
only when words make sense;
hiding beautiful truth is pathetic:
examine yourself and be realistic!
We get burn from fire and still dance,
denying ourselves that's too...

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I am also a prose poet, navigating the realms of expression unencumbered by the shackles of rhyme. In this vast expanse of literary freedom, I...

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In a world of modern verse, I stand,
An old-fashioned poet, rhymes in hand.
I savour the dance of words on a page,
Where rhythm and meter command...

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I write because I love to write,  
writing for a contest makes me think.  
My imagination and creativity come alive,  
as the...

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You step out from the dark
the moonlight baths you.
Reflections dance against 
your silky skin calling
out to me once again.

I find it impossible 
to describe the...

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No words

In the dim-lit bar, where shadows play, She walked in with a mystique, stealing my gaze, Long blonde hair cascading like Sol’s veil, Thighs...

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Upon the vast expanse of blank parchment,
Unspoiled slabs of molding clay,
They lay unfolded before me,
As her earthly form once did sway.

The quintet of horizons,
Whirled in...

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Those flashbacks often 
dance holding my heart's strings.
With their curvaceous move,
they usually lost their balance and
their obstinate move further
reduce the tension of those strings.

And then...

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My head is in a spin,
My obsession just to win,
I'm driven and I'm mad
All I smell is gushing blood.

I feel I'm in a surreal game
That...

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