Poetry: Dancing 126 Articles

by Lisa Hamilton

Dancing in the moonlight,
An orchestra only I can hear,
Stirring up newly fallen leaves,
Just celebrating life.

Tall hemlocks and oaks
Put a canopy over my head.
Meadow clover, flowers, and moss
create my stage, the moon a spotlight.

Round

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by Frankie Haney

Come dance with me on clouds of blue

and place your hand in mine.

We'll Waltz along love's whispered song

until the end of time.

Come dance with me on seas of green

this place where two hearts meet.

For dipping, swaying, tempos

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by Paul Galloway

THE DANCE OF THE DUCKS

(Performed at the footbridge leading to Midtown Mall - Oshawa, Ontario, Canada)

The footbridge forms the balcony

Of this city's greatest stage

The sets are made of water

And the props are made of waves

Costumed

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by Michael Satchie

Dance

It was only a seaside cafe,
My soul a tendril reaching out
Eagerly cleaving to the silhouette,
Standing on a table near where I sat.

Guitar strings vibrated in the hush,
And spotlights three began to stalk,
Amid meandrous rising

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by Stacie Jackson

That warm touch,

That soft feel,

That quiet whisper in my ear.

That way that it moves luciously with my body.

Perfect dancing partner indeed.

The grass in up to my ancles,

gentle under my bare feet.

Dancing in the medows is oh

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by Clara Labrier

On high tip toes
She stretches her leg in the air
The audience is silent
As they mesmerizingly stare
With a twist of the wrist
The music will now begin
As a light focuses on her
And the rest start to dim
With a soft violin
And relaxing

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by Samhain Whitefox

Dancing Solitary

I dance alone
surrounded by thousands,
I move to the music
missing not a step.

I dance alone
crowded on all sides,
I listen to the beat
missing not a step.

I dance alone
smothered by many,
I feel the rhythm
missing not a

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by Barry Williams

Music command me

Courage make it be

To ask her to dance

And not miss my chance

To trip the light fantastic

And show her how elastic

I can be on the dance floor

Without being a bore

There I am  with her to ask

And prove

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by Ronda Heard

The Dance

Moonlit night.
Starry sky.
Headdress on.
Face painted.
Fire glowing.
Boom! Bam! Boom!
Drumbeat sounding.
Body moving.
Spirit soaring.
Heartbeat pounding.
Whirling, twirling.
Here, there.
Banshee calling.
I-ee, I-ee, I-ee!
Drumbeat

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by Mc Addison

I wait all week for this chance
To get dressed in my outfit and dance
for the people.
Each step is like a prayer to be answered
and a thought in my head.
I am adorned with neon colors
bright beads
and intricate designs from head to

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by Dermot Mccabe

If I Could Dance

If I could dance, the stars would listen,
The brown earth would listen to the rhythm
Of my feet in counter-point with the first dancer
And every dancer, from all time and all places
Drumming out the endless heartbeat
Seared

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by Keane Holmes

Dancing.

From your dream,
I remember you seemed,
happy and blissful,
though lost we were.

Dancing under stars.
Not in a crowded bar.
Held together rather than,
grinding to feather.

Soon we danced.
On a field of glass.
sprinklers fired,

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by Kat Apf

I Can Dance

If you had not
grabbed my hand
and yanked me
out of my seat
and onto the shiny
oak dance floor

I would not have learned
to do a fast and frenzied
jitterbug
or glide in a waltz
slowly and tenderly

Dropping my hand
and standing

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by Kristin Lane Williams

I. Could you dance any crazier?'

I used to think as a child.

You always danced awkward

off-rhythms to songs

with such a wonderful beat.

My heart soared to see

you happy and free,

not boxed in your world

of numbers and paper.

You laughed

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by Asif Joosub

All my life I chose to tread the wrong path
A masquerade my life was just a song and dance
Dancing to a soundtrack written by wrath
So demented in a trance
On my own toes I step
Tripping
Falling for my own trap
Chart topping mad
This

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by Stephanie Credille

It's Been Raining For Days

The world stands still, dripping

from my haven I see

a bless-ed child

that used to be me

splashing a raindance

in the yard across the street

open mouth for the sweet nectar

of heavenly tears. arms out face

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by Elizabeth Gumz

Dancerly Joy

The strings quivered and the audience seemed to hold

Its breath

The swelling of the orchestra reverberated throughout the theatre.

Feeling as though in a dream, all her senses heightened…

The tightness

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by janesparklers

Dancing
Is fun to do
It it good for you
Making you feel
Close to the one
That you are
Dancing
With at the time
I think at
Dancing
Is one of
The best times there is

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