Best Tango Poems
Life is a dance we were all born to do.
The styles to choose from are more than a few!
Some choose simple two-step; some move with flair.
Some slow dance; some break dance, devil-may-care!
Some free style, while others just dance on cue.
Some tango with zest; some shuffle soft-shoe.
Others glide easily, waltzing on through.
Some change their partners; some stay one pair.
Life is a dance.
You start with the styles in your own milieu,
then grow as you add on new moves you view.
You’ll stumble, but sometimes dance on sweet air!
Just keep the beat; try new steps if you dare,
for where you end up is all up to you. . .
Life is a dance!
One swift move tempting
sunburned curls to find
a whole new place
across her face
around vanilla shoulders
dress clings to hips
purple arranged on pouting lips,
kohl around almond eyes
calculating,
investigating lustful look
~~~~~~~~
twirl, swirl,
oh yes girl
High heels tango, abrazo,
hand on back, barrida
full stop... freno
breathless hunger
Tango. Castigada
***
May 15, 2017
Copyright © Darren White
it might as
well be my birthday
as i hold nature’s gift in my hand
i pause to caress it before i indulge
its form shapely its skin fresh and smooth
there’s nothing like it to ignite all my senses
i gently cut into the skin and each time is a joy
as the fruit reveals its rich deep amber color
and its lush ripeness oozes with juices
a delectable feast for my eyes
that smells absolutely
divine
the mango belongs on a pedestal because
i swoon with delight
when
this
fruit
touches my lips
AP: 1st place 2021, 2nd place 2022, 2nd place 2020, 3rd place 2025, 3rd place 2025, Honorable Mention 2022, Honorable Mention 2021, Honorable Mention 2020
The anatomy of a poet’s heart ebbs and flows~
sometimes like the swirling ocean,
fluent in idyllic idioms and mystical metaphors,
woven from aesthetic elements of nature,
for inspirations glide through warm waves,
crashing on shores, when emotions rise with turbulent tides.
Yet today the turquoise seems lusterless,
gloomy clouds overshadow every faultless ripple,
that shines and rhymes amidst cruel currents of time,
leaving ink afloat in blackened seas of sorrow,
reminiscing sapphire blues that unfurled artistic skies,
and here I lay my dreams on an oceanic bed,
embellished with rainbow pearls and rubies,
concealing oozing torrents gushing out of aching arteries,
while magical hues merge with magenta melancholia,
as amethyst afterglows adorn the hushed horizon,
I remain poetically stable…
Fragrance night, spicy
Breeze tangoes near tomorrow
to green world stage raves
Howling blues stir lilac dark
Starlight, whistling in the park
Clouds keep on drifting
in times of vanishing moon
It's nature's wild dance
a sultry summer tango
when super moon turns mango
TANGO (Fibonacci)
He
She
Table
Bold Spanish music
Flask of vintage wine Two glasses
She so dark So beautiful The rhythm? Maddening!
A Tango by Albeniz Fire in her eyes Lips promising
Young love
Espana!
Lovers chance a tango dance;
passion lights the dark.
Swaying bliss, a stolen kiss,
music ignites sparks.
Romance swirls with hand-held twirls;
eyes gaze with desire.
Red wine lips and tango’s dips
set the floor on fire.
For Andrea's 5/7 Trochee Contest, 3/29/15
Fly me to the moon
And let me play the stringed tunes,
The nod-nod head of a lover’s hoot
Let me dance among the stars
The tap-tap feet of a chivalrous heart...
When my gaze beheld you-my spouse
In our heart true passions doused
Draped like silk, a face with love soused
A new home in you I found.
I saw in you a beautiful wife
A flashy rectitude that brought new life,
That ravished me with sapphire eyes so fine
Fitted in your pearl socket, not of swine
You have triggered the jubilee of sunshine valentine
Now torch me with the kisses of your lip so bright
And swing me with the noontide delight I delight
Tangoing the tango of moonlight
I woo you with a honey tongue
Like silly doves we coo this carol song
In the sonority of your voice is compassion
Borne in a roomy heart for sacred fun.
… Fly us to the (honey) moon
Play us the bedroom tunes
In a solitary nook,
Let’s twirl this ballet as David in jolly mood
And wreathe in celestial honeymoon cocoon.
Prince Agba.
Dedicated to those who are facing diverse marital squalls in their homes, may God
mend your broken hearts and homes.
Moonlight tango
It was a Saturday night, in Buenos Aires, 10:30pm, to be exact. It was a hot summers night, and you could see, and feel, the steam rising from the cobblestone street, here in La Boca barrio*. This is where it all began over a hundred years ago, and you can still see pictures of tangos faded heroes of yesteryear hanging on the walls.
The tango hall was packed with caballeros* in their suits and suspenders, and the damas* dressed in their red dresses, and stiletto heels. Still feels like the roaring 20's fedora hats and all! With a glance, and a flick of his baton, the orchestra leader motions to the bandoneon* player to begin, and so he starts dum dum dum, dum dum, dum dum dum.
The men tilt their fedoras slightly to one side, and stride ever so elegantly across the hall to pick their partner, and together they glide over the black and white checkered marble tile dance floor. The moonlight filters through the skylights, illuminating the smokey haze, that permeates the Milonga* hall.
The dancers have their gazes fixed on each other, and they move and glide to the incessant syncopated rhythm of the bandoneon. The violins and cellos join in with their plucking sound matching the tempo of 2-4 time. The dancers are dancing chest to chest, and then cheek to cheek, moving and gyrating, in time to the beat. As the tempo picks up the pace, arms and legs entwine, and then separate and entwine again. Spinning and twirling, strutting and whirling, they dance into a frenzy, at a frenetic speed, all the while staring with a look of love, (or at least of passionate desire) and what else would you expect to see dancing the moonlight tango?
* La Boca barrio- downtown neighborhood where tango was born
*Caballero(s)-gentleman(men)
*Damas- Ladies
*Milonga- tango dance hall
*Bandoneon- Small accordion style instrument.
John Derek Hamilton
February 07,2017
Latin guitar boy
with mischief in your eyes
and comfort in your smile
I thought I could forget
that once upon a night
when final goodbyes
like ash borne clouds
in filthy skies
and short -lived
stars blinked with regret.
A hundred moons have passed
since I have seen you last
Since our life-lines met.
A hunded moons have died
since you crossed my mind.
But last night in my dreams
I swear I felt a breeze
The wind on my lips
Soft brush on my cheeks;
...And I knew
I knew it was you.
The voice
The foreign accent
The unique way
You whispered-out my name;
..And I knew
I knew it was you...
I begged you to stay.
You kept getting closer
Tired Hands cupped my face.
You could not walk away;
...And it was you
...And it was me
It was us in tango again
As always
As in forever
As in a better time
As in another place
After
The rain
The breeze
The sheets,
and wet pillows of pain
Two hearts
still beating
Unless We stop dreaming
We were...
We are..
We are still the same.
Inspired By Music.
Moonlight captures the freshness of blue
but my eyes are affixed to the beauty of you
ripples brush rhythmically along with the night
my chamber beats faster while I hold you so tight
our silence is broken by the sound of my heartbeat
your nearness succumbs sending shivers to my feet
here the twilight, searches for the words unspoken
whispered in my dreams, to a heart that was broken
kisses they long, to be felt on your lips
strong hands gripping excite on your hips
lean into me, lie your chest on my soul
you, mi amour, I shall never let go
salt tainted tears fill my eyes as I snuggled up close
Cariad I mouthed my heart you never shall lose
pull into me and push your inhibitions aside
in passionate throes our fears cannot hide
I entwined my legs round your radiant heat
we're making love to an argentine beat
sweat runs down my breast as the tempo does rise
the climax so deafening with our loud tango cries
used Picture No 2
penned 20 December 2017
To tango with a mango;
now that would be sublime;
much sweeter than the bitterness of lime.
With a sticky passion fruit
I did try to make it merry;
and, once, the innocence of unpicked cherry.
A banana in Havana
I tried, but once beneath the skin
I found it just a little soft, and pale, and thin.
A passion for papaya
gave me all my daily C;
but too much of it did not agree with me.
To moon with a prune
I thought I'd give it a try;
but found that a little wrinkly and dry.
A dapple with an apple?
But taken once a day,
soon become a little tired and gray.
So, I tango with a mango,
I do it all the time;
I tried once with an orange but couldn't make it rhyme.
A Merger With Food Poetry Contest, placed 1st
Sponsored by: Natasha L Scragg
Date wrote: 9th May 2022
My tango with the moon is picking up speed
Starting to spin a little faster
Phases flashing
Soon to be splashing
In a hot night tidal disaster
I don't know how deep I'll dip
In the moon's embrace
Or how fast I'll spin till I'm let go
Or what life will be like
Post Estrus
When to the moon I'm just a regular Joe
12/06/18
Kevin Shaw
Moon Poetry Contest
You dear are my fascination
Exceeding my expectation
Thrilling me making my heart race
There’s something in the way you move
I love how you sway to my groove
With every step you match my pace
Waltz, rumba, salsa or tango
More delicious than a mango
Sexy wearing leather or lace
My fingers explore every line
More intoxicating than wine
The allure began with the chase
Yes it’s true you played hard to get
Not looking at me when we met
I was enamoured by your style
Your easy understated way
Tapping as the music would play
and a subtle hint of a smile
Eventually you took my hand
Moving to the sound of the band
Breathtaking moments last a while
In my arms you are meant to be
Being with you makes me feel free
floating above the earth a mile
your movement is a form of art
Everything is more colourful
since you tangoed into my heart
Written May 12th 2018. For Connor Lott’s Hutinashrow poetry contest. Challenging but fun. I hope I got it right.
Come candlelight, tango with me -
Your bittersweet, tri-colored braid,
Dramatic, stealthy, twined esprit.
Your piercing angst, my eyes invade.
Your bittersweet, tri-colored braid -
Blue, orange, yellow sizzling flame.
The piercing angst, my eyes invade.
O mi amor - you are not tame.
Blue, orange, yellow sizzling flame
Your pinta of wax - cold and hot.
O mi amor - you are not tame.
Stilettos feel the burn, the plot.
Your pinta of wax - cold and hot.
Dramatic, stealthy, twined esprit.
Stilettos feel the burn, the plot.
Come candlelight, tango with me.
8/26/2022
Contest: Pantoum - Old or New
Sponsor: Joseph May
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*pinta — Appearance; presentation: Includes clothes, grooming, posture, expression, and manner of speaking and relating to the world.
**mi amor - my love