Mom Survival Kit Poem
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Mom Survival Kit

Coffee first, dawn’s early light,Quiet sips, stave off the night.Sticky notes, to-do’s in line,Phone alarms, a constant chime.Sneakers ready by the door,Lunches packed, always four.A hidden stash of chocolate sweet,Brief escapes, a tiny treat.Band-aids, kisses, mended knees,Soothing words like summer breeze.Evening’s calm, books in tow,Stories told, love to show.Strength in smiles, a daily feat,Mom’s kit…

Muffins for Mom poem
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Muffins for Mom

Morning light spills on flour-dusted tiles,Golden batter, a bowl of smiles.Crackling eggs, a pinch of cheer—”Muffins for mom!” the kitchen hears.Blueberries tumble, sweet and bold,Into cups, stories unfold.Oven hums a gentle tune,Baking joy in the afternoon.”I love you, mom,” in scents conveyed,As muffins rise, edges swayed.Timer sings, a perfect batch,Warmth in every muffin’s catch.Tea is…

On Dasher, On Dancer Poem
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On Dasher, On Dancer

On Dasher, on Dancer, through the night,Hooves thunder, stars shine bright.Up above the world they fly,Silhouettes against the sky.Through the frost, through the chill,Over rooftop, past the hill.Guiding light, their path aglow,Through the quiet hush of snow.Gifts to bear, from pole to pole,Joy to spread, their festive role.On Comet, on Cupid, to the race,Each name…

The Dance of the Thirteen Skeletons Poem
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The Dance of the Thirteen Skeletons

Under the moon’s pale watchful eye,Thirteen skeletons dance, oh my!Clacking bones in the cool night air,Spinning wild, without a care.On a field where the old trees lean,Their shadows long, and slightly mean,These bony figures sway and stomp,In a macabre, moonlit romp.With hollow laughs that echo deep,They rattle forth from timeless sleep.A tango here, a waltz…

The Harlem Dancer Poem
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The Harlem Dancer

Applause springs as she takes the stage,Lights shimmer on the golden cage.In every step, her pride unfurls,Amid the spins, her spirit swirls.Jazz beats pound, the air alive,Her moves are sharp, destined to thrive.With every tap, the floor claims,Echoes of Harlem, in her frames.Eyes captivate, the crowd’s gaze caught,A soulful dance, freely taught.In vibrant hues, she…

Poems About Dance
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Poems About Dance

Dance Kaleidoscope Tango’s twist, a fiery glide,Ballet leaps, in grace they hide.Salsa spins, hot and free,Hip-hop beats, bold decree.Waltz flows smooth, a gentle tale,Tap strikes hard, like rain and hail.Jazz flits fast, a sassy swing,Folk stirs souls, old songs to sing.Each a world, distinct, profound,On the dance floor, lost and found.Through these steps, stories told,In…

Joyous Dance in the Rain Poem
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Dance in the Rain

First drops tap the thirsty ground,Echoes of joy, a liquid sound.Silver threads weave through the air,Cleansing streets with gentle care.Children laugh, their voices rise,As puddles form under gray skies.Bare feet splash, a playful game,In the rain, no two drops the same.Grown-ups shed their years and grin,Spinning ’round, letting wonder in.Raindrops kiss the smiling faces,Life’s simple…

The Dance of Death Poem
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The Dance of Death

In shadows where the cold winds blow,Bones clatter in a rhythmic flow.Pale moonlight on the graves below,Steps echo the tales of woe.Grim partners twirl with silent grace,Skulls gleam beneath the stars’ embrace.A macabre ball, a chilling place,Each step a ghost of life’s erase.No breath, just silence in the spin,Dark robes flutter, thin as skin.A tango…

International Dance Day Poems
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International Dance Day Poems

Rhythms Across Borders Feet tap, echoes blend,Across the vast expanse they send.Melodies woven, tight and free,In dance, no borders, just unity.Hands wave in the evening glow,Movements that only the heart can know.A ballet leap, a tango slide,Under the same moon, we coincide.Beat to beat, step by step,Cultural lines quietly wept.They blur and merge in rhythmic…

May Showers Bring June Flowers Poem
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May Showers Bring June Flowers

May’s gray veils,softly drawn,whisper rain upon the dawn.Tiny drops on thirsty ground,life stirs without a sound.Puddles mirror cloudy skies,blossoms wait, their time to rise.Showers rinse the sleepy town,streets glisten, wearing crowns.From the wet, a bud will bloom,breaking through its earthy tomb.June awaits with open arms,fields of color, nature’s charms.Flowers born from May’s embrace,dance in light,…