A room of silence.
At first a darkened silence.
All that can be heard are of scattered heartbeats.
Thump-Thump. Thump-Thump.
The sounds of separate peoples.
As a thumping steps closer to another,
They grow louder and more distilled.
THUMP-THUMP. THUMP-THUMP.
A sound of separate peoples.
One outreaches a hand to the other.
They touch.
They begin to move.
The once fist darkened silence,
Now turned into color and fantasy.
But now to a room of total silence.
What do these separate peoples dance to?
With their steps of grace they move.
How do they dance in step with no tune?
No noise.
But yet you look at them again.
You listen again.
You see their faces of smiles.
These once of separate peoples are now of one.
They dance with happiness.
They dance.
They dance to their own tune.
To a tune they only hear.
A tune of beauty like a songbird,
Or piano.
They tune of which they dance is their own.
They dance to the rhythm of life.
Thump. Thump. Thump.
The music of which they dance to,
Is of their beating heart.
The beating one heart of love.
Of life.
Of true happiness.
They dance…
Thump… thump… thump…
Author notes
This poem was just inpired to me by my bf. He had asked me to dance with him, and i had not seen him in a while, and just those few moments with him... just it flowed through my head in an inpirational poem
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Comments
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ahhh, i love this.
really, truley.
this has a nice rhythm to it..
and the bump...bump...
just made me smile.
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Probably my favorite, it was amazing Evy(:
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amazing
that was an amazing poem very well written i really enjoyed it thank u
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It's very interesting. I definitely got the mental images of people dancing to an unheard melody...Very nice! :]
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