Poems about Dance poems

Dance through lifeDance through timeDance around the felingsYou don't want to be mineYou are dancing through a worldYou don't want to seeYou are beating to a rhythmThat doesn't lift you freeFr

our thoughts are the bloomsand the wind our admirersin so many ways it blowsand each time it doesthe petals put on a different danceinto the world we dancewith friendsfor each friend a differen

Dancing out of rhyme and reason.Lacking rhythm with a pace too aged, For the times you are behind.And yet you request your steps be followed.No one seems to have the nerve or courage, To tell you

Now I was minding my own particular businessWhen this stranger put his eyes on me...I says, 'cool it fellow because I'm not free! ''That's my man leaning in the corner and looking mean, And if you

Never seen the GodBut ever felt His presenceNever seen thev windBut ever felt its presenceSure too its absenceWithout much of intelligence! Breeze, air, wind and stormAll named on fixed normN

You have no dance item to doBarring this lungi dance, Taking full air, The lungi dance isBut a loafer's danceAnd the lungi cannot come to anyone's rescueDuring the chilly winter.The lungi danc

As the sun sinks upon the horizon, As the dark night creeps in, The dead dance.On the streets they roam, Silent, Alone.Everybody dances, The saints and the sinners, Everybody dances, To the s

I have been touchedBy Loves handIf but one moment in timeAnd it's feelingWheat fields harvestCan not compare in value or worthI have felt insideIt's mystical spellAnd it's dance upon a thin

Autumn.Fall.Leaves drop. Cranberry, gold, chocolate, and rust.Twitter and giggle as the wind blows them about.Black birds glide through the air with a graceful ebb and flow. Breathing in and out.

Like an infant in the cradleI rocked in his arms and penned this fableThe sweet lucid lyrics of the songMade me forget right and wrongHe looked at me as if a rainbow in the skyMy heart skipped

You are growing old, And your mind is aging too.Your eyes are nearly closed, And your moves are slowing, slowing...But I still see the beautyevery time you show your dance, For the ocean, vast

Long ago a prophet appeared, A Piute Medicine Chief known as Wovoka.He spoke to the Lakota people and others, Of how to banish the white man. They knew not they faced such great numbers.This Me