A poem about one of my passions.

I can’t explain the joy I get
when bruises stain my skin.
And no I’m not the sort of guy,
Who keeps torment within.

I link myself with those who like,
to feel as light as air,
and spin and twist across a floor,
while others gawk and stare.

Movement is my weapon,
and bruises are my prize.
Music is my language,
With dancers I do thrive.

To slide and leap and flip and roll,
It’s like no other feel,
Despite the damage that it brings,
I know I’ll never yeild.

So when I see a purple mark
erupt beneath my skin,
I know I’m doing what I love.
I can’t keep my joy within.

A bit bland to start with, some of the words used didn't really have any effect on me. But towards the end your writing skills began to show. I loved the lines:

PollarBear14 wrote:Movement is my weapon,
and bruises are my prize.
Music is my language,
With dancers I do thrive.

and

PollarBear14 wrote:So when I see a purple mark
erupt beneath my skin,
I know I’m doing what I love.
I can’t keep my joy within.

Great job!

I can’t explain the joy I get
when bruises stain my skin.
And no I’m not the sort of guy,
Who keeps torment within.

It comes off as a bit masochistic at first, yet we know it is understatement that will be explained in the next stanza.

I link myself with those who like,
to feel as light as air,
and spin and twist across a floor,
while others gawk and stare.

Good description

Movement is my weapon,
and bruises are my prize.
Music is my language,
With dancers I do thrive.

Are bruises really your prize, or merely a result of doing what you love?

To slide and leap and flip and roll,
It’s like no other feel,
Despite the damage that it brings,
I know I’ll never yeild.

cute

So when I see a purple mark
erupt beneath my skin,
I know I’m doing what I love.
I can’t keep my joy within.

basically explains the first stanza

The rhyming scheme is done well, and the poem has a clear and unique theme. I think you can go beyond the surface. What does it mean to dance? Is it really just surviving the bruises? What else is it about? Keep up the good work, Write On!

A wise old friend of mine once said very confidently, "If dancing were any easier it would be called football." I think maybe you should write it down for future arguments. Anyway, back to the poem, I thought at times the whole issue of gaining satisfaction from bruises and cuts was overused. Apart from that, I found most stanzas beautiful to read, I actually read the third stanza at loud - earning a look of condescension from my dog. I really believe that you love this passion of yours, and don't really care about the opinions of others, it's great. You actually remind me a bit about a guy I sit next to in maths, but that's not important, what's important is that this is a wonderful poem. Keep up the good work .

That is really good! I am a dancer as well so I can really relate to it. It has a great rhythm, great rhymes, great metaphors, everything. I also loved the way you put one verse in italics, however it was unclear as to why. Was that verse more important than the others? Was it meant to be interpreted differently than the other verses, or was it a summary of the whole poem? Just some things to think about. It might have been a little repetitive as well, but you had so many different ways of saying it that it still kept the interest level high. I really enjoyed this! Keep up the good work!