There’s a special shame for people who get rejected from poetry magazines with a 60% acceptance rate (It’s me). This poem too is nothing special, I’ve just been wanting to dance as of late.


Disco Dance

I walk into the club, covered in shadow
My life an unseen show, a great woe
Looking for another fix
When it suddenly clicks.

A girl on the dancing floor
Unbothered, with a smile
Dancing with style
My eyes spreading like a spore.

And our eyes lock
Her piercing blue eyes
She grabs my hands like a prize
As I get pulled into the dancing flock.

My feet shuffle ungainly
And I tell her I can’t dance
She just looks at me plainly
As she’s got me in a trance.

I don’t try to leave
I don’t try to jive
Finally I feel alive
Together we weave.

I steal a kiss before the night ends
As I consider making amends
The song runs out, the crowd departs
She leaves a spark within my heart.

I never even learned her name
Yet I walk home not quite the same.



Poetry by Artorius
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Written on 2026-09-17 at 00:08

Tags Dance  Trance  Kiss 

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Sameen The PoetBay support member heart!
This is fucking amazing. I love it. Your best rhyming poem yet.

And hey, look at my ratio:

Acceptance rate: 18.7%
Rejection rate: 81.3%


This is my luck with poetry submissions. So, keep your chin up, man.

Language: 4
Format: 4
Mood: 4
Overall: 4
2026-09-17


Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
I like it. Looks like you had more luck than I ever did at discos. As for dancing, I was glad when punk came in and I could just slam and pogo.
2026-09-17