Clubbing Poems - Poems about Clubbing

TS Eliot said, “Paris is a strong stimulant.” It is - but it has nothing on Manhattan. If Paris is a Café Crème espresso at a café-en-terrasse under the stars. Manhattan is a ‘Black Tie Bawls’ cocktail at The Crown bar (the skyline!). We were going to relax - in Manhattan, instead, keep those seat belts fastened. Lisa said, one night,...

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(inspired by ‘Dusty Rose Dreaming’ by poet vb) We’re powdered city girls heading into a club, bright orchids entering the hothouse spreading fun with noblesse oblige, qua somethings suited for silver screens. Our attention’s as uncertain as the stock market. Experts at mixing trickery and disguise, we’re but vague summations of nature, as we sparkling preen, like excited atoms. Rouged and kohled to unnatural...

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Louder and louder - becoming inaudible Neck Neck Stick it out long Flash Flash Images distilled, frozen and framed Drinks flying Clothes torn and lost Crowds getting bigger Wanting the floor and this spotlight It's shining elsewhere Just wait your turn Drunk messages Small puffs of smoke float in your peripherals Hazy and it...

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It’s Friday night and a group of us, the ‘university summer fellows’ (Quinn, Jammie, Monique, Lisa and I) are going groovin’. Quinn, a Harvard man (we’ve shed our jaundiced opinions of him), assured us he knows the Boston bar scene. We’re going to test that. We told him we wanted to sway to whimsical beats and...

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Long time since I have been to a nightclub they don't let me out at night alone now. I used to be sharp had many friends in low places. I miss the culture, the sweaty maneuvers under hypnotically pulsing lights. The aroma of nubile sex and just maybe getting lucky. Back then, you did not have to be a minor local celebrity to get...

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It’s 1:30am and we were at a cute little dance club in Dublin called “The Sugar Club.” It’s a converted movie theater with tables in stadium seating rows. That night was Salsa themed, and the regulars were stylin’ - the men dressed in white Havana or Colima, Italian Linen and women in bright salsa dresses. The...

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Let’s go to the bathroom, I said to the girls. There were six of them actually. Mulan, Belle, Sleeping Beauty, Ariel, Tiara, and me, Snow White, factually. None had to go. Belle actually never looked up from the book she was reading. Sleeping Beauty was popping her eyes at a Prince, who was next to us feeding. Whistling bluebirds...

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There you are strolling about a drink in one hand and a smoke in your mouth A dimly lit club with familiar people as you say your hello's you are greeted by the female's Watching you interact touching the very small of their backs tender, gentle, a romantic perhaps My finger now moist from the liquid in my glass like a potion that I'm...

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When I agreed to tag along with my new buddies and go clubbing, I had absolutely no idea, that I'd be flying on a plane with a blunt instrument, on my way to Antarctica to club baby seals. Don't worry, It is not going to happen. I'm just along for the ride to club all my new friends the first chance...

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Clubbing it Once I went to a night- club in Albufeira a dreadful place with garish colours and a man with a Hammond organ also played many instruments with a total lack of talent, when he rested a jukebox took overplayed so loud the windows shook. Around the dance floor – arena – skeletal women sat crows...

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Scampi in a basket Plastic palm trees A 70#s night club in Rotherham They called Tiffany's. Ever Friday night me and my mates would hit town Go on a pub crawl and then later Boogie on down. I recall how the girls would dance around their handbags Like it was some kind of fertility dance And we were out to pull a bird For...

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Were it not for the slung high, soul-less pit of desire the hope would live But the ClubTart always sees a long emotionless, desperate lust slipped out in front of her Never recognizes a love that knows no bounds that is never meant for her always meant by her Her shining knight despairs for her passion but she doesn’t recognize his longing and only his timeless dream gives hope...

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