I speak through my dancing
My feet light as ever
I make the world my dance floor
My eyes are always close
This way I see what I want to see
Nothing can spoil it
Black curls carried with my gentle movement
My body singing my song
My only audience are those that can really see
I was never made to entertain
But many are captivated
I'll dance forever for it is my life
When my feet begins to slow down
The beating of my heart begins to stop
My colourful dress adds to the beauty
Perfectly clothing my outer body
But my heart's even more amazing
Can only be seen by my steps
A contest entry
- Who Is She? by Gypsie Ink.
300 points, ended July 18, 2008, 7 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Nice
Unusual and deep. A delightful read. Thank you for your entry and Best of luck in my contest. -
This was nice. I really liked this. A poem about a dancer, I really can't relate to this, other than I love going outside at night and dancing around like an idiot. I love how you described her though. It's a nice poem. Really good. Something I truly have not read about before. Good luck in the contest! Keep on writing, until you can't no more!
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Wow!
Just wow, my sister is now a professional dancer and there have been many times she has tried to explain what it is like to me. I think you have to be a dancer to fully understand what it is like but the way you have written it, it makes me feel as if a can thank you, this is a very beautiful piece
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