"tarantella" poems - Hello Poetry

whispering smoke and twist around me dancing a tarantella in the corner of the room that frantic dance distracting from the truth you and your doll house ways controlling the letters the things that you hear the looks on your face i am done i am fallen a celebrity in my school but no less no less than a figurehead

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Oct 8, 2013

Oct 8, 2013 at 3:12 PM UTC

christine-eglantine

A Dollhouse

whispering smoke and twist around me dancing a tarantella in the corner of the room that frantic dance distracting from the truth you and your doll house ways controlling the letters the things that you hear the looks on your face i am done i am fallen a celebrity in my school but no less no less than a figurehead

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I wish we named every rainstorm. Hurricanes get everything, but It's easy to have everything when All you do is take. I used to think that falling Asleep was the same feeling as Earthquakes shaking the grounds. Don't get stuck in the chasm. Washed up memories, shoe box Chachkis, left untouched through the Eye of the storm. Who knew these Relics would follow you here. Crying as the pouring rain stops Is impossible. All of the tears have been taken. But rippling water is overrated. Have you ever seen sand slide through The Sahara Desert. I've been there. I've seen it. I watched as each minuscule grain slid Down the valley ridges built from years Of wind storms making piles. Piles idiosyncratically stretched across its reddened face, Maybe modeled by the smoldering surface of mars. Lay down and let it wash across your leathered skin. Sensations spreading, each nerve on every centimeter of you Lighting up, marquee, competing with the hot desert suns. A million dandelion spores dancing ballet. Tip top, tip toes to a tarantella timing. Buried under dunes, only too soon to Uncover you once again. You wouldn't believe how something Solid can so namelessly float across the land.

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Jan 9, 2016

Jan 9, 2016 at 3:21 AM UTC

sj-sullivan

Unnamed

I wish we named every rainstorm. Hurricanes get everything, but It's easy to have everything when All you do is take. I used to think that falling Asleep was the same feeling as Earthquakes shaking the grounds. Don't get stuck in the chasm. Washed up memories, shoe box Chachkis, left untouched through the Eye of the storm. Who knew these Relics would follow you here. Crying as the pouring rain stops Is impossible. All of the tears have been taken. But rippling water is overrated. Have you ever seen sand slide through The Sahara Desert. I've been there. I've seen it. I watched as each minuscule grain slid Down the valley ridges built from years Of wind storms making piles. Piles idiosyncratically stretched across its reddened face, Maybe modeled by the smoldering surface of mars. Lay down and let it wash across your leathered skin. Sensations spreading, each nerve on every centimeter of you Lighting up, marquee, competing with the hot desert suns. A million dandelion spores dancing ballet. Tip top, tip toes to a tarantella timing. Buried under dunes, only too soon to Uncover you once again. You wouldn't believe how something Solid can so namelessly float across the land.

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If at once we were something, we were a song A glowing tarantella bouncing around, Blazing tambourines grasped with gypsy fingers Without dismay, Free to see the world The way God created it With all its great beauty And all the great cracks in the Earth, We dance we dance to crack the Earth Our song did touch the core. If now we are something, we are lingering, We drowned in our tears trapped in an hourglass, The sand sapping away any life and now Hardened black mud, The hopelessness stuck Along with the grains and tears Trapped much like a gypsy And like the gypsy we may dance But its sloppy and stiff, no life, Our song did touch before. Now our song and dance vanished Settling in a nice grave, We lay in our hourglass Still in our bridal garments Staring at each other from the other side Wondering who will drown first.

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Jun 19, 2013

Jun 19, 2013 at 10:18 AM UTC

kenny-h

Y nuestras lágrimas nos ahogaron

If at once we were something, we were a song A glowing tarantella bouncing around, Blazing tambourines grasped with gypsy fingers Without dismay, Free to see the world The way God created it With all its great beauty And all the great cracks in the Earth, We dance we dance to crack the Earth Our song did touch the core. If now we are something, we are lingering, We drowned in our tears trapped in an hourglass, The sand sapping away any life and now Hardened black mud, The hopelessness stuck Along with the grains and tears Trapped much like a gypsy And like the gypsy we may dance But its sloppy and stiff, no life, Our song did touch before. Now our song and dance vanished Settling in a nice grave, We lay in our hourglass Still in our bridal garments Staring at each other from the other side Wondering who will drown first.

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i see you sythes and robes tarantella skeletons whoever said that you're a gentle glow nothing but eager sleep helios-halo it's not dusk it's dawn crowned apollo

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Sep 11, 2012

Sep 11, 2012 at 8:08 PM UTC

isiah-turner

Micromort

i see you sythes and robes tarantella skeletons whoever said that you're a gentle glow nothing but eager sleep helios-halo it's not dusk it's dawn crowned apollo

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It took a long while for you to find me through our treasure trove. Look for me, and an acquisition it was, my heart treaded to your tarantella. Through the white desert sandy blankets and the spilled seas, you came to search for me. Closets, Hidden Hatches, Attics, I told you to find me, come protect me. Despite the tedious counting, you told me you were coming. I questioned if you had surrendered to your fear of fear, so you could win one battle against these chromosomes. I thought I’d be lost forever, that you’d be lost forever. Marco to the Polo, crimson tie-dye on your childish shirt, Colors wanting to collide, to bond but only, Stuck between two intersecting ways of a chromatography-inked maze. I yelled, “Over here!” to help you, only to confuse you with the echoes drumming in your ears. I was paralyzed in time, tick to the tock, dusk to dawn. Waiting – hinting you by ruckuses, pots and pans, making it easier for you, from my love for you. Only until you reached my hiding spot, your face became blank, striking with fear in your soft cheeks, I had realized you weren’t looking for me, in a childish game: You were looking for a hiding spot of your own. - Emilyn Nguyen

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Feb 19, 2014

Feb 19, 2014 at 7:09 PM UTC

emilyn-nguyen

Hide And Seek

It took a long while for you to find me through our treasure trove. Look for me, and an acquisition it was, my heart treaded to your tarantella. Through the white desert sandy blankets and the spilled seas, you came to search for me. Closets, Hidden Hatches, Attics, I told you to find me, come protect me. Despite the tedious counting, you told me you were coming. I questioned if you had surrendered to your fear of fear, so you could win one battle against these chromosomes. I thought I’d be lost forever, that you’d be lost forever. Marco to the Polo, crimson tie-dye on your childish shirt, Colors wanting to collide, to bond but only, Stuck between two intersecting ways of a chromatography-inked maze. I yelled, “Over here!” to help you, only to confuse you with the echoes drumming in your ears. I was paralyzed in time, tick to the tock, dusk to dawn. Waiting – hinting you by ruckuses, pots and pans, making it easier for you, from my love for you. Only until you reached my hiding spot, your face became blank, striking with fear in your soft cheeks, I had realized you weren’t looking for me, in a childish game: You were looking for a hiding spot of your own. - Emilyn Nguyen

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Social recluses, We only met to dance tarantella. secluded away one night in a dark cellar, I was captivated as she taught me the steps, From that moment she had me trapped in her web Her body was poison to the eyes, the way she bit her lip had me paralyzed. As she had me wrapped in her thighs my hips moved like i had been hypnotized I asked if she loved me with a sigh a kiss goodbye was her reply. This woman will be the death of me and her name was arachne

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Oct 22, 2017

Oct 22, 2017 at 10:12 PM UTC

NTR

7. Spiders

Social recluses, We only met to dance tarantella. secluded away one night in a dark cellar, I was captivated as she taught me the steps, From that moment she had me trapped in her web Her body was poison to the eyes, the way she bit her lip had me paralyzed. As she had me wrapped in her thighs my hips moved like i had been hypnotized I asked if she loved me with a sigh a kiss goodbye was her reply. This woman will be the death of me and her name was arachne

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I turn my frown upside down. I show a brilliant smile. But you always see through it. My anger and anguish shows through. You allow me to just be. That's enough, enough for me. You can see Atlas in me. The weight of the world on my shoulder. Just as I am about to break, you catch me. You hold me. You save me. That's enough, enough for we. Hands grasp at buttons as Tongues dance the tarantella. You stop and stare and I see Everything and every pressure I've ever left for you to handle. I intertwine my hands in yours and take you deep. That's enough, enough for us.

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Jul 7, 2011

Jul 7, 2011 at 3:25 PM UTC

kiara-mcneil

Just Enough

I turn my frown upside down. I show a brilliant smile. But you always see through it. My anger and anguish shows through. You allow me to just be. That's enough, enough for me. You can see Atlas in me. The weight of the world on my shoulder. Just as I am about to break, you catch me. You hold me. You save me. That's enough, enough for we. Hands grasp at buttons as Tongues dance the tarantella. You stop and stare and I see Everything and every pressure I've ever left for you to handle. I intertwine my hands in yours and take you deep. That's enough, enough for us.

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