About dancing, most people think of the dancers' well-defined bodies, agile and nimble movements and brilliant lights. Here I bring you modern poems describing dancing.
Modern Poems Describing Dancing 1The Octave of Dancing in a Wine Glass
A kind of release and clamor of life
It's always a kind of truth Splatting
The wine glass breaks down, and even the wounded bottle feels a shudder
Misalignment is a kind of self-abuse of the soul
The wind opens the door. Without anyone's permission
The moonlight quietly caresses the scars of the bottle and the glass
Whether to sprinkle a pinch of salt or to pour a glass of wine
That's the vicissitudes of a hundred years of sobriety and lethargy
The sunlight is wet with a kind of stifling and nastyness
There are no birdsongs or flowers in front of the window
Whether you're still mistreating the dawn and the dusk in your dreams
You are still mistreating the dawn and the dusk in your dreams
You are still mistreating the dawn and the dusk in your dreams
I am a little bit tired. Dusk
The eagle's mournful cry swims on the rough sea
The storm is coming
But your heart is only the temperature of an eight-degree bottle of wine
Modern Poetry About Dancing 2You and I Dance in the Midst of Hustle and Bustle
In your gaze and mine
The trace of the shadow is all that remains. All sights
Exhibitions of beauty and ugliness
Are heavy and mottled in the light
Shapes of blood and tears
Make those gazes and hearts ache
Conversations of stone and grass
And the sound of feet
Wisps of light and water ache
Ah, in the midst of the dust and hustle and bustle
The birds' Singing and murmuring
Dance into the ten thousand flavors of life
Wonderful the piece
Golden green dream ......
Modern Poem about Dancing 3The Lonely Dancer
I am a lonely dancer.
Loneliness is hard to bear
Loneliness is not shameful
I'm all alone
I jump
I dance
I enjoy the loneliness that comes with being alone
In the marketplace
The crowd of people is so thick
I dance
In factories
In the monotonous cold roaring of the machine
I dance
In the dead of night
On a sunny day
When the leaves fall
In the midst of the snowy sky
I can't help it
I jump
I dance
In the washed-out moonlight
I'm going to dance the Milky Way like a trainer
The stars are all over the sky
I'll dance like a trainer
I'll dance like a trainer.
In the starry sky
In the morning light
I'll dance like the wind is blowing
In the red sunlight
I'll dance
I'll dance like the geese are returning to the south
I'll dance like the grass is growing and the warblers are flying
I'll dance like the rain is falling on the duckweed
I'll dance like the waves are flying
I'll dance like the cry of the heart
I'll dance like the cry of the mind
I'll dance like the wind is blowing and the sun is shining.
I dance
I dance
More and more I look around
More and more I sway
I can't stop
Until
All the voices are quiet
I hear
The sound of your heart
With me
And I
With you
The modern poem of the dance.
The Dance
A man with his hands clasped in his arms
Wandering through the crowds without a purpose
Lonely and happy not to be
In the city there's no way out
Pedestrians on the street look at us a little bit coldly and proudly
Everywhere people are in their own masks
My heart is drying up by the minute. I've been searching all my life, year by year, month by month
The sand leakage is dwindling by the minute
And I'm left with a lonely, lonely day
Memories are overlapping and entangled
And the thoughts are burning brightly
Like a wave. Like the waves
The taste of the situation is strong, but the people are old
The frost and snow is a knife
The carving is a cold and clear dance
Modern Poetry Describing Dancing 5The Soul of Dance
Sigh, sigh, sigh, sigh
A modern dance with a lot of movement
Danced with great passion by sisters
The passionate dance of the sisters
Looking back at the beginning of the learning process
Eyes are not clear, the movement is stiff
The dizziness of not being able to make sense of it
Hands don't know where to go
Feet don't know which way to go
The indescribable difficulties
Conquered by the hard work of practicing over and over again
Sweat dampens my hair
I'm not sure if I can do it.
Tick-tock, tick-tock
Raining down with the rhythm of the music
White and red faces
Overflowing with youthfulness
In a space of a few square meters
The skinny figure
Spirits are high when the music starts
Stubbornly, they stand up
And they are not afraid of the difficulties.
The head that defies all odds
The determined gaze
With the dashing dance steps
The charm is on display
It is said
One minute on the stage
Ten years of work on the stage
The pain in the shoulders, waist and legs
Finally,
The drunken beauty of the stage red
The pleasure of the song.
Transparent shores waste so much time.
Remember that trail of water, aching with fond memories.
Mountain love, leaving a wave of spitting green spring and fall.
Perhaps those once water songs, ah
Forget the heavy music of the old story.
In the wind and rain, this pain is nothing, waving every spring and fall.
I, in the water wet the rhyme of that one modern poem,
Burned by the sunlight of the mood, tired and vivid with the original dream,
Three hundred and sixty-five miles of waterways and long-distance travel, wandering in the twists and turns of youth and wind and rain.
I, following that one sail shadow dancing in the flowing water, ancient and rough,
and more of that heavy sadness, moonlight to listen to the heartbeat of Chang'e in the Moon Palace,
regret flying, lonely thoughts in the arms of Wu Gang long sigh.
I, holding up a wisp of running water, really saw a splash of bitter smile,
A thousand kinds of associations, born in my heart, forever with my love,
Wandering around with a lot of inexhaustible hunger and cold.
Me and you, there is no other choice, following that sail shadow dancing in the water.
The quest of the heart, in the waves dotted with the beauty of spring and fall.
Everything is so touching.
A distant mountain vista, drifting in the sunset ......