Poems About: DANCE

In this page, poems on / about “dance” are listed.

  • 229.
    The Ghosts Of The Bunurong

    On the sand dunes at Powlett river in the dead of the night
    Dark shadows are moving in the faint moonlight
    The Ghosts of the Bunurong dance their Corroborees
    In a circle they jig to the music of the breeze. read more »

    Francis Duggan
  • 230.
    a Song delight

    today he perform the dance and rudram in him
    when he curb the maya it is the full in swing
    when universe in dark he dances in graveyard
    when the universe awaken he dance with her! read more »

    dinesh mukherjee a poet occasional(hardly a poet)
  • 231.
    Danse Macabre

    We all must learn to dance the danse macabre
    Dance our wishes, dance in constant revolution
    It all began with the apple and the arbre read more »

    Ben Gieske
  • 232.
    The Rebel

    The crafty rebel
    slinks through the land

    his wings are crooked read more »

    Chris Schleier
  • 233.
    Are Wings In Death So Often Grown?

    Are wings in death so often grown
    That they could be a part of me?
    Lend me love in misery
    And you can call my heart a home. read more »

    David Lacey
  • 234.
    Raise Thy Voice

    shall we dance once more in these hallowed halls of memories

    Take back the childhood once lost to us read more »

    Patrick Maness
  • 235.
    The Great Drum

    The circle of the Earth is the head of a great drum;
    With the day, it moves upward - booming;
    With the night, it moves downward - booming; read more »

    Anonymous Americas
  • 236.
    Gaiety

    The gayest songs of the morning
    As the mist hangs over the hills,
    For they dance, and they dance, in the Eastern world
    While humanity pays its bills. read more »

    Peter Buss
  • 237.
    BLOOD ON DANCE FLOOR

    Visions of lithe grace,
    Flowing with rhythm,
    Immersed in melody,
    Wrapped up like- read more »

    Nimmy.K Alilakuzhyil
  • 238.
    The Great Drum

    The circle of the Earth is the head of a great drum;
    With the day, it moves upward - booming;
    With the night, it moves downward - booming; read more »

    Hartley Burr Alexander
  • 239.
    A Dirge of Joy

    Oh! this is a joyful dirge, my friends, and this is a hymn of praise;
    And this is a clamour of Victory, and a pæan of Ancient Days. read more »

    Henry Lawson
  • 240.
    Dance

    Tonight is our last.
    Summer is in the past.
    I send you a wishful glance.
    I don't want to leave read more »

    Jessie Hopkins
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