You can hear the music,
I can feel the music rushing in my head.
These moves in my brain,
were spread.
I love this,
it is my sport.
If this love is illegal,
send me to court.
You can't take away this,
passion.
It is,
my kind of fashion.
You can see,
pretty movement.
I can feel,
self-improvement.
What is this sport,
it is Dancing.
I feel it is more,
than just prancing.
I am good,
but not all that great.
For dancing is,
my deepest fate.
A contest entry
- Ecstasy of Movement by MortalPhoenix.
700 points, ended July 30, 2008, 15 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - The Dance by dewfall.
950 points, ended March 8, 24 entries
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Comments
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I know exactly how you feel about dance. For I to am in love with the sport of dance. My favorite stanza is the fourth one, " You can see, pretty movement. I can feel, self-improvement." boy do I know what your talking about. Dance is the only way ive found to express my-self
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I can feel this has a lot of passion in it, that you have passion for the dance. I like that last stanza the most.
Well penned.
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I like this. Especially the second stanza. My only critique is that the title isn't very original.
Thank you for entering and good luck.
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