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Grey Dec 2019
In the eye of the hurricane,
she dances by herself.
A M Ryder Dec 2019
As our pale blue presence
Dizzily dances
In the same single sunbeam
Restless over how alone
We really are

So sing at the finish line
Sing that sweet swan song
Because all shall become nothing
And in the nothingness
We are lost

The totality of time
With every moment spent
But that was then
And now it's gone
Im not sure where it went
LC Nov 2019
my love carries
the scent of vanilla perfume.
it drifts through me,
then dances with the wind
until it finally reaches him,
the man a thousand miles away,
and brings us closer together.
Persephone Aug 2019
Bodies caress in a whirlwind dance
Dusty nicotine plumes pack the atmosphere
Alcohol drips into the vein
Stories converge into none
Worship of the ages has begun
Chantell Wild May 2019
Full moon plays tricks
On her mind
She thinks she can unwind
The arms of time
Rewind and relive
that moment past
It’s gone they try to tell her
But she won’t listen  
Never asked
their opinion
In the first place
Moon shines on her face
As she dances magic
Into the space
stopdoopy Feb 2019
to leave little stains on your cheeks with my lipstick

to see how good you look marked up

your perfume upon my breath

so everyone knows who I'm with

tight hugs

slow dances

nights in autumn

cuddled up

just me and you angel

having a good time
Darcy May 2018
My first time at a High School Dance
I went alone.
Me, the new girl at the high school who
Hadn't quite found her sea legs yet
Who slipped behind
Forgotten, as the crew sailed through
Hallways and lunch lines
Always stuck on the outside,
Looking in.
I went alone,
But someone did ask me.
A boy in the Junior class
Who was missing a forearm
Asked me if I'd like to be his date.
I said “yes”
But he warned me he might skip
The dance entirely and
Go to Worlds of Fun instead.
I didn't care,
I was ecstatic someone
Had finally asked me, or
Even noticed me
At all.
At the end of the day
He walked me to the front
Doors where my
Mom was waiting to pick me up. I wasn’t
Sure if he liked me, or if he just was
Being nice. He never did ask me
For my phone number, so I assumed he
Was merely being nice.
The night of the dance came,
And we had not discussed any details
Or even spoken to one another since.
So I assumed he would be riding roller coasters
Rather than slow dancing with me.
I didn't blame him, really. I wasn't hot stuff and
Neither were Christian high school dances.
At the dance, I tried to enjoy myself
But I felt so out of place
Surrounded by people
Who had known each other their entire lives.
I was a sea monster,
Begging to be taken aboard
As they readied their harpoons.
The night dragged on, and the music grew louder
And I sunk lower and lower.
It occurred to me that the pit of pulsating teenagers
Might swallow me
And I'd disappear once and for all
So I pulled off my heels and sat
On the stage at the front of the room.
I could feel the beat of the music
Bounce around the inside of my rib cage.
The room seemed to grow bigger
And I felt smaller.
Like a faint wave lost in
A sea of bodies
Going whichever way the current pulled them.
And while I sat there on the stage by myself
In my fluffy green homecoming dress,
Watching people I didn't really know dance
I realized it was possible
To feel alone in a room flooded with people.
So I shut my eyes,
Watertight portholes to the soul,
And let myself drift off at sea.
MARK RIORDAN Mar 2017
PRINCE WILLIAM ON THE DANCE FLOOR
THE PRINCE CAN REALLY GROOVE
IF YOUR DANCING WITH THE PRINCE
HE PUTS YOU IN THE MOOD


TO DO THE FUNKY CHICKEN
AND DANCE THE FUNKY GIBBON
IF YOUR DANCING WITH THE PRINCE
YOU WILL GET A YELLOW RIBBON


SO REMEMBER IF YOUR DANCING WITH THE PRINCE
PLEASE DON'T DO THE HOKEY POKEY
FOR IF YOUR ON THE DANCE FLOOR
THEN YOUR NOT A FRIEND OF SMOKEY
THIS IS A HAPPY POEM ABOUT PRINCE WILLIAM AND HIS DANCE WITH HIS MATES.
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