Dancers twirl
Audrey
Audrey
Apr 22

Dancers twirl
Through broken glass,
Blood in ribbons
On the grass.
False laughter fills
The air with smiles,
A collection of fake happiness
For a short and precious while.
Appluad the graceless efforts
Of the sinning ballerinas
As the crowd cackles
Like the call of a hyena.

#love   #lies   #life   #fake   #reality   #dancers  
Ailea
Ailea
Jan 30

If your sadness were an ocean
plagued with typhoons,
and you were being thrashed around by the waves
and beaten across the rocks;
then I would be the fool who jumps in after you
fearlessly.
However, your sadness is not the ocean
it's merely the ground,
and I cannot save you
because we are two bald eagles
talons locked, eyes focused
hurling towards it
gracefully.
So if we die,
we die together
and we can both write stone words
" Sadness overcame"
but if we manage to lift each other up
just before we hit the ground
then we've done a beautiful dance
and managed to pirouette away from our doom.

The way he dances for me
reminds me of sweet kisses passed
and flames licking at the corners
of impassioned nothings
that light me up

The floors are so far flung
and I am missing my partner
all I can do is watch him dance behind my eyelids
sitting on the side of my own dance floor

We are all but dancers
Mike Hauser
Mike Hauser
Oct 17, 2013

We are all but dancers
In the rhythm of life
While some seem to dance it perfectly
Some can't get the steps down right

Don't let that stop you from dancing
We each have our own heartbeat
Whether or not you are sure footed
Or if you were born with two left feet

Though we often feel that life can be
A large gymnasium at times
Waiting for someone to dance with us
As we sit on the side

Instead of waiting to be asked to dance
Like so many often do
Where ever it is you are right now
You can dance just for you

Perhaps a ballerina floating gracefully
Across life's massive stage
Giving your own rendition
To the beauty of swan lake

Or dancing to the river
Perhaps something in modern style
Whatever dance it is you deliver
How ever far it is the mile

Dance like there's no tomorrow
To your very own rhythm
For no one else can dance like you
The dance that you've been given

Eli Raenim
Eli Raenim
Oct 30, 2012

Liquid ballerinas wait behind pink curtains...
to dance upon a stage of flesh.
Dancing, twirling and spinning for all to see,
but embarrassment overcomes them at every mistake.
All tumbling off the stage to a cold hard floor,
each falling to shambles at everyone's feet...
And the audience can only laugh.

farahD
farahD
Oct 9      Oct 10

Sexy steps,
Masculine strides,
With fragrance and grace,
They soar above the sparkling sky.
Leaving trails of magic,
To those who believe,
Of dancing the dream.

#dance   #sky   #magic  
only a million tiny dancers
Kaley Brianna
Kaley Brianna
Oct 9      Oct 10

I lay flat on my back
in the dead of the night
& I see no stars,
only a million tiny dancers
who refused to be swallowed
by the dark shadows of the sky.
I will never stop hoping,
they look back at me
& see the very same thing.

#dance   #hope   #dark   #shadow   #fight   #stars   #light   #motivation  
n spite of their own conscious, forever dancers.
Kiefer D McRay
Feb 19, 2013

There's an inner sinking in my ocean.
A billowing crescent, waxed devotion
Whispering within the subtleties of breath.
I believe in what will cause our death.
I believe discovering our inner selves,
In among the mixed revelations,
Dainty compilations facing dilapidation.
The many soulless miners delve deeper.
When you learn who you are past the shouts of the gods.
Shattering composure with their mighty voices.
Left to one's own devices, secreting away the factual answers.
Humans dreaming in spite of their own conscious, forever dancers.
When you learn you're like the rest, a part of the whole.
What will hold up to you? As the best, the beauty of the soul.

Magpie Dancers
Olivia Kent
Olivia Kent
Oct 20, 2013

Magpie Dancers

Noisy screaming folklore.
Swirled over rail road track.
Firstly one for sorrow.
Soon joined by a mate.
A rash a dash of flapping wings.
Then there were three.
Is it to be a girl perhaps.
My daughters little chick.

A moment later.
Raucous noisy bird number four descended.
Train flashed past.
A flick of silver sparks from emitted from the line.
Hey presto.
Magical mystery bird number five.
Appeared as the train went by.

His entrance not spotted.
Five lucky birds flew over the track.
Magpie number six.
He was the unlucky chap.
Landed on the track.
Train won't stop for magpie.
His number henceforth up!
By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

Breanne Johnson
Breanne Johnson
Mar 16, 2012

the ground, it trembles.
as if thousands of little feet trample its surface,
rhythmically packing the hard earth.
And none can see a thing.
their eyes matter not,
touch overwhelms their being.
it caresses their necks
and trickles between their fingers.
it washes over them
in undulating waves.

they dance, and they inspire dance—
in fire
in gusts
in light, filtered through wind ravaged trees
and kitchen windows.
which glitters entrancingly as it kisses the floor.

 
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