Best Prom Poems
It was the last year of high school and there was a lack of beaux,
But then I got an invite. Whew, that was close!
So now the Prom was coming and I was going to go!
Mom gassed up for the city, headed out with me in tow,
Big stores all hunched together on a tall and scary street,
One dress along a rack with just repeat, repeat, repeat.
But Mom found a creation in an entirely different place,
Moulded tulle and satin, fairy dust and moonlit lace!
I thought she was kidding though the thing was just my size.
I was worried; fairy tales don't often turn out to be wise.
And the price tag is ridiculous! I said Mom take a look!
She plunked it down determinedly, tore a check out of the book.
That left a lot for me to do. My looks are commonplace.
New makeup and new lipstick; how about new face?
Silken shoes, a tiny purse, it's a lot of stress
Just trying to live up to this fantastic dress!
Rhinestone droplets dangle dangerous from my ear,
My long hair piled up high. How much taller I appear!
Prom night came...Poor Tommy! I was done up to impress.
My hair swept up, my makeup on, long earrings and the Dress!
He stood there in the doorway, uncertain in his tux,
Black tie, stiff shirt; this is getting all too much!
The corsage he held between us was carnations glowing red.
He looked up cautiously and ventured; "Is that you, Bo?" he said.
Come with me, I'll take you to the prom.
You're my heart throb as everyone knows.
Come with me, we'll play through the night,
And I'll be sure to twinkle your toes.
The girls will look fancy to the max.
They'll all be wearing fabrics of green.
Come with me, oh Adonis himself.
You'll be the hottest guy on the scene.
I'll twinkle your toes, I'll sing to your songs,
And laugh at the love prompts you say,
Come with me, oh darling, please come.
Youth waits at the dance to run free.
crocuses peering
at rows of bright red tulips
near the iris beds
pansied faces have retired
wilting in the warm sunshine
flower prom begins
as gentle winds kiss roses
sunflowers steal show
swaying to their own rhythm
with stunning, huge blooms
bridal veil flowers
extend above azaleas
bowing tenderly
delightful sight to behold
dance of marigolds
frail petunias search
for gentle dancing partners
lily petals reach
for petunias graciously
prom lasts all summer
Murder at the Prom
Frankie Lyman shrilled his falsetto.
Gwendolyn Gould danced in stilettos.
So callously smothered,
they never recovered.
Poor little piggies, scrunched little toes.
©Kathryn McLoughlin Collins
March 11, 2012
Post-hippie and pre-disco kids were we,
not clearly fitting one sole category.
Girls dressed formal for our biggest dance.
No short-shorts or those fab bell-bottom pants.
Exploring options at each fashion store,
we girls picked gowns whose length was to the floor.
Guys dressed up formal too; perhaps they’d rent
tuxedos that they wore to the event.
Some local band would play; their lead would sing
an upbeat tune for us like “Wild Thing.”
We danced free form, for we were not about
a single style of dance; we just rocked out!
No Bandstand moves for us; we did just fine.
No Salsa, Swing or dancing in a line.
I think the guys preferred the music slow.
Then into their slow dancing mode they’d go.
Around our dates we draped our arms. Our feet
seemed barely moving from one spot; a treat!
A treat indeed – though soft the songs might be,
hearts raced as partners danced romantically.
To “Have You Seen Her,” “If,” and “Maggie May”
we let our bodies sensuously sway.
The threat of Viet Nam was nearly gone.
To “Riders in the Storm” we blissfully danced on.
March 9, 2020
“Kim Rodrigues’ DWM Contest”
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Dateless
One day, then date_
Twenty-four hours deadline
One formal needed, purchase cloth
Sewing
Contest:"Anything Handmade"
Sponsor:Nette Onclaud
Written by:Sara Kendrick
(When our oldest daughter was
in high school, she did not have a
date to the prom or military ball
so I did not make plans to get a
dress..She came in the day before
the event after school and said that
she had a date..That gave me twenty
four hours to come up with a dress..
I had only $20 left until next paycheck
and no credit card..I went to the
fabric store and got fabric and pattern.
The dress had 12 gores and it was floor
length..I stayed up until 2 am sewing up
a dress for her to wear the next eve..)
PROM GIRL
Here at the prom and here I set
I'm as alone as I can get
I thought I'd die but haven't yet
things are just as bad as they can be.
I'm all alone I cry and cry
I dance alone I want to die
don't want to live but don't know why
things are just as bad as they can be.
I'm all alone here in this dress,
I made the grade but failed the test
I lost it all throughout my quest
things are just as bad as they can be.
I'm all alone when in my bed
I'm so alone I hate my head
it's hard as stone and thick as lead
things are just as bad as they can be.
I'm all alone and hurt a lot
I'm so alone I'm all I've got
my love life's always not so hot
things are just as bad as they can be.
I'm all alone and ugly too
I'm so alone my life is through
My dog hates me what can I do?
Things are just as bad as they can be.
("Excuse me, do you like maybe wanta uhhmmmm dance...?")
smile
© ron wilson aka vee bdosa the doylestown poet
I hadn’t seen her in over twenty years,
but I knew her face on sight;
I should have asked her to the senior prom -
instead, we both stayed home that night.
High school friends who never went on a date
because I was too afraid to ask her out;
In retrospect, the signs were there,
but I harbored a young man’s doubt.
Now, with two decades left behind us,
in a foreign land far away,
I stumbled upon my old high school crush
not knowing just what to say.
She was quite surprised to see me -
coincidences had put us there.
She was a successful corporate lawyer;
I was travelling without a care.
We shared pictures of our children;
Told snippets about our life;
Her husband was back in America;
I had just divorced my wife.
The bartender made his last call;
Nostalgic smiles were on our face;
We kissed and hugged goodbye again
as I quickly got out of that place.
I was glad to have gotten to see her,
though it made me feel inept again;
I wondered if we would have made good lovers
or if it were best kept just as friends.
She was in my thoughts as I wandered
around Europe with my back pack;
I promised that I would look her up again
in three months when I got back.
I read about her on the Internet
and cried when I saw the story;
She had died in an auto accident -
leaving behind her girl and boy.
It happened one week after
our chance meeting in that bar;
They said an old high school year book
was found with her in the car.
Her letter was in the pile of mail
waiting for me when I got home;
She wrote she was glad to see me -
on that trip she felt so alone.
She admitted to having a crush on me
back in our high school days;
She kept waiting for me to ask her out
until we went our separate ways.
She thanked me for keeping it casual
in the bar that fateful night;
She probably would have gone back to my room
and she knew that wouldn’t be right.
She asked me to remember her
but not to try to get in touch;
She’d rather me stay a memory
than get to know me a little too much.
I visited her in the graveyard
one day in the early spring,
and left a prom corsage there
as my final offering.
A Fictional Tale
Prom Queen
i remember simple moments
long ago when life
consisted of cruising down Dump Raod,
a car load of friends
and a case of bootleg beer.
getting high
and parking through the night
behind the mounds of garbage
that never reached the height...
of the trash we talked
of all the girls we wanted,
but conquered only in our minds.
when my turn came
i simply spoke your name,
everybody's beauty queen.
an angels face
crowned by long brown hair.
the boys would simply smile and sigh
with nothing to be said,
then sit in silence and of of you
until the morning called
and we stole back to town
as heroes to surrender
to the queen.
A chance of going to the prom can be so sublime
Spare no expense, even if it is your last dime
It's worth the money
Remember honey
Unlike marriage, you can only do it one time!
If you and your friends pitch in together, you can arrive in a limo at the entrance of your senior prom.
Makes an entrance a little bit more formal.
Prom is a dance where you dress in a formal dress
When you wear a lovely corsage on your dress or wrist
A small bouquet of flowers which is the proper decor
On a formal dress or wrist, you wear to your prom
An unforgettable cherishable memory
only happens when your seventeen
The last dance of your high school life.
A night worth creating long lasting memories
Sharing every moment along with your friends
A night where you dance along your classmates.
Dancing along to every musical beat
When the music suddenly stops
You'll hear the announcement who received the highest vote
Those who win the majority vote
Get elected as Prom Queen and King
They'll share a slow dance along with their classmate.
They rest of the runner-ups get chosen as prom princesses and prince's
They each dance to a slow song along with the king and queen
Take photos, snapshots, and selfies
So you don't forget your Prom night
Prom isn't only about dancing. It's also about gathering with teachers
Teachers you surely won't ever forget.
Spend time wisely with all your teachers and friends.
A few stay in your life as for others it's a final goodbye
Don't take your high school life for granted, because prom is the last dance.
This particular event only occurs once in your life.
For others, if their lucky enough to go to college or university
With a friend or individually
Prom is known as a formal dance.
A dance which occurs after graduation
Where you can enjoy yourself with your classmates.
This gives you another opportunity to create more unforgettable memories
Memories worth creating for the second time.
Its Quality! ... Its Class
Yes, Its Classic Style Will Last!
Its High Clique', Trés Chic' ... Demure
Its Fashion-Forward - Hauté Couture!
You Look Like Duchess Kate
You'll Really Wow Your Prom Date
It Looks Like A Vera Wang
What's The Price? ... Oh, Luv - Go Change!
I Ain't Paying That Much - For That Thang' !!!
Written & Copyrighted ©: 9/12/2013
by: MoonBee Canady
The rented hall ways so surreal.
Cheerful alumnus ranting sex appeal.
Forgive my dropping a time bomb.
Taking Mother to the prom.
Our student body didn't shake.
All others escorted steady dates.
A proclivity prom, above all others.
Our band encrypted, "The Righteous Brothers".
Bobby Hatfield's introverted eyes, somehow.
Deeply scanned the milk punch bowl.
Imposter bandits, smuggled from Jersey.
Spiked the punch bowl, with laced heresy.
Setting alumnus minds; off and reeling.
We never, "Lost that Loving Feeling".
Alas, by now you must have guessed.
A convert Baptist to Catholic to Buddhist.
Thanked and Blessed.
Times worn quickly it seems.
I betrothed the crowned prom queen.
If begets lead to further begetting.
Trumpet in the table setting.
Now, before I forget to mention.
I'm Chief Commander of the United Nations.
The priestly Buddhist Monk is my adjunct.
No!!, pundits from paltry pulpits Shout.
No needed pouting, I'll get put out.
Covetous opponents horns, a' Blow-in.
I hold cards, but none are show-in.
That female candidate, can she insist.
A real, lopsided bubble purist.
Piling coals upon my trouble list.
She never, "Closes Her Eyes Anymore when Her Lips are Kissed".
Dear Jesus, may I adorn my Bobby Hatfield headphones.
Appreciating a, past on, baritones gigs.
Someone strummed an evil trick.
Thank You, for Your promised Rainbow.
One end of the spectrum, birth and mirth.
The other end death, it seems much worse.
"It Makes Me Just Feel Like Crying".
"You are My Soul and Highest My Highest Inspiration".
Pressure doesn't bother me at all.
What casts my craw into the fiery jowl.
How all my works got twisted.
As tho, I took your Mom to the prom.
Hoped betterment of bastion dorms.
Face radiance of holistic norms.
Is "Something Beautiful Dying".
At the prom, I was a flower on the wall
To fade into obscurity I wanted to crawl
Shy and withdrawn
In my gown of chiffon
Scared the girlies, they weren't enthralled
Prom Night!...and I'm Sitting by my Phone
One Ringy Dingy and I'm...Prom Prone!
Too much Zing! in my Swing...
She Ran!...Hoof on a Wing
So, now I'm Dirty Dancing...Alone!