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Uliana K 13m
Your slim body,
Your gentle movements,
Your angelic eyes
Are all a part of our last dance.

It’s messy,
Wild,
Hot,
Amusing.

I was thirsty for you;
I still am.
Our bodies link —
We are dancing in sync.

I see the sorrow in your eyes,
Mixed up with euphoria from the drinks you had.
I can feel my body full of you.
I can sense your body full of me.

I watch your fragile hand,
Moving to the beat of music.
I look at my own —
It’s following yours.

Every move you do,
I copy.
Every feeling you have,
I have.

I’m not able to let go.
I’m too addicted to let you free.
Your suffering from it,
I know.

But the moment had come
And you part from my hand.
You distance so quickly,
And I’m left here with a hole in my heart.
for all the touch starved ones
04/24
I am partying hard,
every day and every night
at the Festival of Poetry
- the festival of my life.

My bracelets are
flickering in the moon.
I am singing and kissing flowers,
they are making me bloom.

I am drinking the sweetest wines,
that have ever been made.
I am ecstatically dancing
with naked silhouettes.

I am partying hard,
every day and every night
at the Festival of Poetry
- the festival of my life.

Spilling the ink of joy
until my very last breath.
There won't be any hangovers,
any post mortem regrets.
Rain is
The dance of intertwined souls,
Whispers of lovers beneath moonlight,
An eternal prayer of love and boundless giving.
Nature’s song in muted syllables,
A kiss of passion and beauty upon the earth.
The embryo of new life,
A promise of roses and tulips yet to bloom.
A liberation of the mind—from the chains of fear and stress.
A call to awakening,
A beginning with a rebirth of hope.
The essence of life—God’s sacred water.

Hussein Dekmak
Ariannah Jul 10
Dancing in the spotlight
Was how I envisioned our love,
Forgetting the steps didn't feel right
So I put you above.

I let myself fall,
Just for you to have it all..
So I had to let myself think
Right step, left step,
Couldn't even get the time to blink
Let alone try to accept
That our dance was rhythmless.

Guess I could say that I got lost
Through all the steps that I was taught,
And all the promises you made
Left me wondering if our dance will slowly fade.

The trainer said "let's not give up"
But my mind would get disrupt,
And flood me all about this thinking
That our dance should just keep shrinking.

So now I come here, just to ask
Was this dance used like a mask?
Just to cover all the mess-
Should I have asked for something less ?
Would I be happier? Would it be better?
If we didn't do the dance together,
Cause I'm sitting here, and I don't know
If it's worth continuing the show..
A shatter of glitter
Breaks over her eyes
When she looks in the mirror:

Swathes of pink
Speckled by silver circles
Matched by the anxious glittering
Of the waterfall
That is her earrings.

It's her last glance
To hold the spectre
Of herself
Until she explodes
With the other girls;
Prim and dainty.
Context: Wrote this in response to a prompt on the HelloPoetry community group chat. Please check out Caroline Shank's beautiful response as well. If you would like to join the group chat, please message me. :)
star Jul 7
7.6.25 (10:42 am / 10:42)
ariane.
all those lunches throughout the school year,
do you remember?
not just the two of us,
but somehow that still.

like the day of the dance-
i let you borrow my floral vintage dress,
and we all tried it on at our lunch table.

when i think of you,
i think of the way you twirled
and how the skirts flew in the air
and oh
how you laughed

at the dance we all posed for photos
looking at the camera
our mouths lip-gossed and pouting.
but my eyes always strayed back to you
and in one polaroid,
i’m smiling.

this is what i’ve been trying to tell you.

** m
it's actually so frustrating to have a crush on someone and also she'd never like me back it's literally hopeless
In the quiet of the night, she lingered, savoring a slow drag from her cigarette.
After all, this was the sole indulgence she allowed herself from time to time.
As she observed the smoke swirling gracefully before her,
she sensed a calmness enveloping her.
Gradually, her spirit was rising, and she understood the importance of not hurrying its journey.
She was not just okay.
She was more than okay,
she was truly alive.

-Rhia Clay
Megan Jun 22
danse macabre
a silent dead
my wistful words
twirling on a thread

morbid bows
aching dips
a pang of music
from my own lips

pirouettes, no claps
stiffened formation
a stage near collapse

then—only silence
all from this cage
a sleeping ode
to my dying age
Mélissa Jun 21
I'm not much of a dancer

Rythm is something that beats in me
But rests inside

Can't get it to run from the valve through the vains
And reach my fingers

Escape and work me free

Although I hear it like a clock's hand's echo
Commanding my will

I'll never dance

But the current will flow and burn my fuse
Overload the circuit

Because too much has been asked of me
And I had no release

And no matter how electrifying the song may be

I resist
Shiva Chauhan Jun 18
Together we'll dance in fields of gold,
As love's sweet song is forever told,
And our heart,
as one, will surely hold,
The love we share, forever bold.
Just thinking… how love feels like dancing in sunlight forever.
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