*SoMe DaNcE pOeMs*

"Just to Dance"

by: Linda Staten

Just to dance--

just to let the music take you

in a way that seems to make you

feel suspended everytime you leave the floor...

Just to soar--

in a moment free and aerial

to rise magically ethereal,

like an angel in a gossamery swirl...

Just to whirl--

and to nimbly pirouette

into a twirling silhouette,

high on pointe, with muscles taut down to your


Just to pose--

with body sculpted, statuesque,

to excute an arabesque,

and with fragile, artful grace sustain your


Just to prance--

to step in flawless syncopation

with the corps in tight formation,

marking time with every heartbeat, every turn...

Just to yearn--

to be poetry in motion,

and, with disciplined devotion,

to create a thing of beauty and romance...

Just to dance!

"The Performance"

The spotlight brightens

The music begins

I'm up on my toes

as I twirl and spin

I jump and I leap

From one side to another

feeling just the music

never any other.

I raise up in pointe

then down in plie

performing what i've practiced

for so long every day.

To dance is my dream,

I can't let it die

for when I do dance

I feel I can fly

The world can disapear

My troubles can cease

For just one moment

I am truly at peace.


I am a dancer

I twirl, leap and spin

I jump, piorette, and tap

I am a dancer

I feel pain and fear

I feel defeat and failure

Yet I keep going

I smile, I practice, I perform

I feel happiness and joy

I have grace and beauty

I hear the applause

I perform and do my best

Sometimes I fail

I don't give up

For I am a dancer

I am brave and strong

I dance not for fame and glory

But for how I feel inside

I am happiness,joy,love & excitment

Strife, talent, joy,

Determination and beauty

I am a dancer

"Because I Dance"

Becuase I dance doesn't mean that I am weak.

It doesn't mean that my "sport" is unimportant.

Because we (dancers) use tights and pink tutus.

Becuase we're dancers we sweat, and we work.

Because we're dancers simply means one thing;

We work until we simply cannot work anymore.

We work until our feet bleed, and our muscles are torn.

True athletes work until they simply cannot anymore,

And that is what dancing is all about.

by Sarah Forney

"Eyes Upon A Dance Teacher"

There are little eyes upon you

And they're watching night and day.

There are little ears that quickly

Take in every word you say.

There are little hands all eager

To do anything you do;

And a little girl who's dreaming

Of the day she'll be like you.

You're the little girl's idol,

You're the wisest of the wise.

In her little mind about you

No suspicions ever rise.

She believes in you devoutly,

Holds all you say and do;

She will say and do in your way

When she's all grown up like you.

There's a wide eyed little girl

Who believes you're always right;

And her eyes are always opened,

And she watches day and night.

You are setting an example

Every day in all you do,

For the little girl who's waiting

To grow up to be like you.

"Living Tools"

The dancer's shoes lay alone,

Arms wrapped around their bodies in a deep sleep,

That fell upon them like a heavy cloak.

Yet still there is a rigidty,

That remains poised and ready for action

Waiting for the master's hand

To prick them from their resting spot,

Their pale pink flesh seems to move,

For the spirit can always be seen,

By those aware to the art.

And when lovingly they are taken,

Molded to a delicate foot to become one

Strengthened being, they retain that spirit

Awakened, they stretch and groan,

Announcing their prescence with joy.

This is what they live for,

With the strength of a bodybuilder,

These muscle-men disguised as princesses,

Bear the load, jumping and spinning,

Until once again they return to slumber,

Arms wrapped around tightly,

Savoring the spirit of it all.


Dance little girl to the tune in your heart

And the smiles of your mother and dad,

And your friends looking on-

Who are thrilled with the song

That bubbles from someome glad.

Dance little girl- little boy standing by

Is shy- and wants to be bold.

Take his hand little girl-

Understand little girl,

The treasures more precious than gold.

Dance little girl- for all in this world,

Dance wherever you go.

Lift your head little boy-

Never dread little boy-

Dance - and on with the show.

by C. Beale Fletcher

"A Dancer's Prayer"

Dear angel, Ever at my side

Be there today, my feet to guide.

Help me dance high, and light, and free,

So everyone will be proud of me.

May the judges be fair and the stages be spacious.

In winning and losing let me be gracious,

So that every dance I'll remember with pride.

And angel, please keep my shoelaces tied.

"The Dance"

Looking back on the memory of

The Dance we shared 'neath the stars above

How was I to know that you'd ever

say good-bye

And now I'm glad I didn't know

The way it all would end

The way it all would go

Our lives are better left to chance

I could have missed the pain

But I'd of had to miss the dance

Holding you I held everything

For a moment wasn't I a king

If I'd known how the king would fall

Well then who's to say I might have chanced it all

And now I'm glad I didn't know

The way it all would end

The way it all would go

Our lives are better left to chance

I could have missed the pain

But I'd of had to miss the dance

Our lives are better left to chance

I could have missed the pain

But I'd of had to miss the dance*

*ThErE wIlL bE mOrE pOeMs CoMmInG sOoN!!!***