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Carter Ginter Jun 2018
What a day
What a life
I've been here many times
But none of them felt like this

My first year
I saw this couple
They were dancing and singing
As they gazed into the other's eyes
The love there was palpable
And to a young queer person
Feeling extremely alone and unlovable
I cried because I didn't think
I could ever be worth
A love quite like that

Then this year happened
I thought they were a new crush
But those gorgeous eyes locked into mine
And I feel like I've known them for ages

A few drinks in and
The anxiety begins to fade away
As our bodies time themselves to the rhythm
Of music I didn't think I could dance to
As strangers question the intensity
Of the intimacy between us
And would probably freak if they knew
That we've only known each other
Just over two weeks
But time is irrelevant and
Feelings are everything

Their vibrant energy electrocutes mine
Sending my body into both a
Simultaneous rush and deceleration
As we are transported beyond this space
Beyond the heavy crowds
To a place of our own
Where no one can touch us
Where no one else exists
Where it's only them and I
Staring into each other's eyes
And feeling each other's souls
Exactly where I wanted to be
Is exactly where I am
Cné Jan 2017
To pen my sin
here I go
dancing once again.
Refer to my poem "dance with the devil"
Marietta Ginete Aug 2017
I dream of dancing with you.
Although, I'm not exactly good at it.
I dream about just us two,
Dancing and moving together, sounds fun, I'll admit.

I would love to dance,
as long as it's with you.
I'd give dancing a chance,
if you taught me how to.

I'm sorry if I step on your feet.
I'm not the best dancer.
I'll try to move with the beat,
I'll distract you from her.
Dancing never really was my thing.
Kathleen Oct 2010
rescinding messages of longing and lust
cast off to the wind like a broken record
skittering, twisting down the street in early morn'
your laying to rest your tired conscience on me
like one of those lovers in a movie theater
brushed off like salt on a shoulder
twirled like a young girls hair mid flirtation giggle
i think we're dancing in the streets now
scuffing shoes against concrete
mind-melding as we soft shoe across the yellow lines
i'm kicking you to the curb
like a rock into a gutter
your blowing through me like a chilled breeze
shuffling past me hurriedly to another time
like a scarf mid swing o're a cold shoulder
i turn 'round swiftly to meet you
dizzily.
creative commons
md-writer Apr 21
We're dancing on a
knife's edge,
you and I.
You know it - I can see
the sparkle in your eye.

But do we care? I suppose
there's somewhere deep
down in
where mind sits at its desk
and all the glaring danger signs
flash red.
But on the surface, there's a
bit of gold in knowing
where we stand
for now,
and being free to dance the line
with comfort in your friendship yet
excited
all the same.

We know where we stand:
it's not together,
so we're free to tap the
dance floor lightly
and
smile into the night,
because our words are sparring
in -
well, let's say they
might have crossed the line.

But just our words.
We two?
We're standing side by side
(this side of the line)
and laughing at them,
pointing out the silliness
yet somehow still content
to stay and watch them
anyway
for lingered moments that speak
more deeply
than the words themselves could ever do.
KiraLili Aug 2016
Taking your hand for a dance
You look up as I pull you close
The bass slowly beats with our hearts
Candles flicker in tune with black and white keys
Slow and low trumpet soften your blue eyes
Touching the bottom of your chin while
feet snare drum brush the floor
The tempo slows as your eyes lower
While I kiss your half open  smiling mouth
Everyday is Valentines...
As Chet Baker sings
A Chet Baker slow dance
Hisham Alshaikh Jul 2018
You laugh
Angels weep out of jealousy
Devils have no single conspiracy
Demons dancing in harmony
Men hearts go broken with no remedy
Women eyes tearing continuously
Violins break out of envy terribly
Composers have no more creativity
Music plays with no melody
Silence starts listening joyfully
Happiness laughters left in agony
Beautiful words describe nothing but misery
Tulip flowers become colorless shamefully
Believers lose their faith immediately
Infidels drop their convictions instantly
Hearts start beating rapidly
Lungs oxygenating quickly
Living ones laying listening carefully
The dead come back miraculously

--Hisham Alshaikh
You Laugh. Version 1.
I waited…
Waited for the music to stop
So you would stop all your dancing.

I waited…
Waited to get your attention
While the attention was on you.

I waited…
Waited my turn to be seduced
While you seduced another man.

I waited…
Waited for the dimming spotlight
So the spotlight could shine elsewhere.

I waited…
Waited on your flirtatious kiss
While you kissed every man that night.

I waited…
Waited to partake in your lust
While my lust played me as your fool.

I waited…
Waited for the music to stop
So I could stop fantasizing.
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Peter B Sep 2018
I know one day Death will come
and take me to her home.
She will give me a place to stay,
she will feed me, she will be my friend.

But she doesn't know,
no, she doesn't know,
that I will never be her
- I'll always be yours.

I'll be dancing on my grave,
I'll be laughing at her,
I'll be singing the song of joy.

No, I will never be hers,
for I'll always be yours.

I'll be holding you tight,
I'll be kissing your eyes,
I'll be whispering in your ear,
that I'm yours,
that I'll never be hers.

I'll always be yours,
for I'll never be hers.
Nathan Dec 2016
A crushed heart
Continues to beat
To the dance....


Of it's lonely waltz
Hailey McMullen Apr 2017
I found heaven and hell in you.
Two worlds colliding, manifesting only
a whirl of confusion in my brain.
You brought love and peace
into my life, followed by a world of lies.
When we came together
God and Satan danced, creating
beautiful chaos.
Marigolds Fever Aug 2018
Dancing earth
Like the sunflower that chases the sun
With her earthly run
Like the night-flower that blooms by a brilliant moon
As those leaves reveal their color off Fall
When they do not hide who they are at all
A dancing Earth
With its bountiful worth
A message they send
An earthly proclamation
Of all existent adoration
A soul is on the mend
When it dances with them
writerReader Jan 2015
with your dancing hands
with your lithe fingers will you
calm my thrashing heart
September Roses Jul 2018
Sit back and relax
Feel the waves wash over your back
In the melting sun
Looking at the clouds reflecting all the pinks and blues
Over the blooming hill, echoing white noise of chirps and crickets

Listen to the trickling of the slow water over the smooth rocks
Feel a warm wind brush your face
With your eyes closed
Enjoying the radiating warmth
And the soothing crackling of a log fire

Or sit and admire the shimmering spray
Of a waterfall smoothly crashing into the water of a sky kissed lake
Sunlight dancing through the vapor
Rainbows jumping through every droplet

Listen to the pitter patter of the rain, against a tin roof
Inside a warm cabin
Drifting to sleep
Soon to wake to the song birds chorus
And the blissful sun

Bask in it
And relax
Zowie Georgia May 2014
I dreamt I was walking,
aimlessly and in a foreign land not knowing how I arrived.
My ears were flattered by the whistles and admirers as I passed by,
but inside I was so sad.

After walking down a few deserted streets I turned a corner and saw people celebrating and joyful.
I entered their space to pass through but I was stopped in my tracks.
My eyes instantly drawn towards a little girl in a long pink dress,
she was bald and dancing alone, I felt like I'd never seen such a happy little girl in my whole life. She lit up my heart, I stood smiling and admiring her spirit.

She then looked at me, her little legs instantly ran towards me as though she recognized me from somewhere. Fearlessly and confidently she asked me to pick her up and hold her. I look down at her still smiling and place my palm on the top of her head. She stretches out her arms and I scoop her up.  

Her feet dangle around my waist as she playfully tugs at my hair telling me she loves my hair! I hold her dancing as we laugh together totally at one, her mum begins to walk towards us and I put the girl down again.
I then whispered in her ear 'Please, don't ever stop dancing!' and as I look at her beautiful innocent face I began to cry.
Her mum then asks me 'What's happened to you, are you okay....?'
And as I begin to explain the reason for my tears I wake up literally crying.... Because this little girl was me.
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