Poems About: DANCE

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

  • 85.
    Dancing King

    Dancing King
    Every one
    Saw that
    Handsome read more »

    Aldo Kraas
  • 86.
    Magic dance (lyrics)

    You remind me of the babe,
    (What babe.)
    Babe with the power,
    (What power.) read more »

    Satan's Sibling
  • 87.
    Little Black Sambo

    Little Black Sambo
    Dance Sambo Dance!
    You knoe you are a pancake!
    The little black sambo ran around the tigers, read more »

    Charles Hice
  • 88.
    Dancing On Stars

    Each star is different
    But I still dance on them all
    Each graceful movement,
    Each wonderful step read more »

    Jessica Millsaps
  • 89.
    Dancing on butterfly wings

    Dancing dancing,
    swaying my hips.
    You wish you could see
    the butterfly tattoo read more »

    Ashley burnam
  • 90.
    You Dance Till I Sing

    You dance till I sing
    you dance till my song is not complete
    you dance till your each body language
    becomes each word of my song read more »

    ramesh rai
  • 91.
    Dancing in the air

    Dancing in the air

    dancing in the air
    as light as a halo read more »

    Morhardt Carmen Mencita Monoi Angel
  • 92.
    Dance and Music

    when I am in happy mood with no bounding,
    I always do dance with beautiful surrounding,
    I accompanies air for a classy moment,
    I enjoy the rhythm happily to reach the firmament, read more »

    Tanveer Sharma
  • 93.
    Catatonica

    As our duet of love, a performance shown, is put upon display for vulgar eyes on the floor; the lights change with painted overlooks splashing their palette of watercolours over our moving bodies. read more »

    April Abigail
  • 94.
    Dances

    To keep in step one must keep up
    With dances of the day
    Just when you think you’re all caught up
    A new dance is on display read more »

    Stanley Cooper
  • 95.
    Move your Body.....

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    Harshith s k
  • 96.
    The Skeleton Dance

    The moon is on the graveyard,
    The night is cool and still,
    The wind blows gently,
    Yes it blows where it will, read more »

    Blaine McCanless
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