Best Matador Poems

Pedro, a slick, suave and smooth matador
  The pride of his native-state, Ecuador
    He'd flash his red cape
    The bull would go ape
  After each pass, the fans shouted, 'Encore!'

  One time Pedro let the bull...

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The roaring bull
enters the arena;
clouds of dust raise.
Then the slender matador
in tight attire arrives;
he has no knowledge
of who is watching.
The prettiest girl
in traditional dress
has set eyes on him;
her posture is elegant.
A red flower in her dark hair
suggests an inflamed passion.
It's a scorching day
in Madrid; the...

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Limerick : Once a Toro loved by a Matador

Once a Toro* loved by a Matador*
Maimed between shoulders by Picador*
Matador garrocha*
Picador muchacha*
Picador cornudo* Matador.

*Toro : bull raised for fighting in arenas (rings)
*Matador : « matador de toros », bullfighter ; usually
     ...

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Poet:  Ken Jordan
Poem:  Matador
Edited by:  Sparkle Jordan
written:  October/2015

Bravely 
he
poses

before
the
gates 

of
sudden death -

Poised
to
face 

his
most

formidable 
foe -

He's
the Toreros,

fearless

with 
bullfighting 

etched  

way down
in 
his soul.

He's
Debonair;

In
a
Traje De Luces,

holding
Banderillas,

and
Montera.

A
Matador?....

Yes,

Agile 
with 
grace,

His skills
are
mystic

Inside
the
Bull Ring

where

thousands
roar!

to
watch him
wave

his
Capote De Paseo,

to
the face

of

a charging
beast -

And 
with each 
narrow escape,

the 
Matador De...

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Near small Rapid City,
a man came up to me,
said,”Hey, I’ll show you a good time.”
I thought that meant girls,
turns out, as things unfurled,
the man had something else in mind.

We went to a garage,
a rusty, grease-stained blotch,
type of place you’d see a drug deal,
not sure I...

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A well-groomed matador José
Liked to moisturize with Oil of Olay
His hands lost their grip
The cape it did slip
He was gored as he cried out "¡Olé!"...

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In ye old days of yore on Malaga's dreary shore
An untidy castle rimmed by salty moor
Housed a lonely, oft-drunk matador
In briny marsh grazed no sheep, but wild pigs three score
Staggering oft around soggy, muddy estate in boozed, dazed state; prating conquistador
With fitted bed sheet he...

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Carlos was a world famous matador

   He had suffered a ton of blood and gore

      He'd made lots of dinero

         Tanglin' with old el toro

     ...

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Under
The full moon
El Matador
Dressed in his Bolero
Held pose

His lean
Muscled form
Above the norm
Now shows a pounch from age
Still loved...

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The Matador

I was thinking of taken the bus Seville
But don`t know what to do when getting there
Unless I run into a female Toreador 
I once met in Seville she was good at killing things
She had once worked at an abattoir, alas, too many men
Surrounded her,...

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The Bull and the Matador

Stalwartly, the bull gaits around
the confines of the arena ring;
snorting and displaying
piercing horns and muscle-bulk build.

For this he was bred and raised;
to be a champion of beasts,
and no matter where placed,
will claim as his domain and ferociously
defend until death, if necessary.

Then...

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He readies himself to battle once more,
his cape bleeds red from another loss.
The scars he hides is what they all adore
Ruega humildemente, he kisses his cross.

Today he has another chance to die alone,
even though death is quite a familiar face.
Matador de toros, he will forever...

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disjointed efforts pulling sinews apart
inside the coliseum of sexual contest
an ensanguined sheet is waved
relentlessly taunting the stubborn beast

their saline soaked hides
give meaning to the matador's intent
without spilling the bull's blood
he sighs with lament...

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It was in Historic Forcados,
Where I’d first touched Pride of Barbados:
I’d run into A Talking Salvador 
Long arguing with Unshaken Ricardo,
Whose interest were in Stark Bravado,
His body partly building with Mamador …

Bravado-Loving and Preaching Ricardo 
Would sooner he became A Matador
Than A-Many-Times-Decorated Commodore,
This proclaiming in...

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a hero in the heart
where blood spills over dust
scarcely missing polished boots

palms to the lips
and a kiss to crowds who cheer
his downing of the beast

abanico and acero
grace at the altar of horns
for love in the dances of death...

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