Tango Dance Poems | Examples
These Tango Dance poems are examples of Dance poems about Tango. These are the best examples of Dance Tango poems written by international poets.
cattails at the fishing pond
mark the hill the brownies live on
in the morning, they dance in the dew
there are many here, more than a few
macarena is danced by gnomes and faeries
elves brought back a tango from Buenos Aires
levity of morning lights mood for the afternoon
the bullfrogs are the only ones out of tune
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At a grand party, Belle tried some wine
Dunked one two glasses but felt unfine,
Slim body then wobbled
Messed up, she fumbled
Whirled a mean tango, swirling on vine !
her auburn hair spins out as she flails around the studio
dancing with the largest of the wolves, because she can
wild knows wild, and they are definitely both earth animals
The he-wolf is not the alpha, but a mighty fine dancer
His enormous legs are prancing during this tango
They circle each other with light steps, not making eye contact
Both have amber eyes, his are huge, with deep brown centers
Hers have touches of silver and green in the corners
The audience holds their breath, waiting for the finale
Hoping it will not involve teeth or blood or death
Put on your dance shoes,
come take my hand,
We’ll Waltz through dreams in a ballroom grand.
Tango! calls with a fiery chase,
Two hearts meet in a bold embrace.
Salsa! spins in the tropic glow,
fast feet flash as the trade winds blow.
Rumba! sways with a warm desire,
slow steps burn in a tender fire.
Foxtrot! smooth as a silver stream,
cool as jazz in a midnight dream.
Quickstep! kicks with a bright, loud cheer,
flying feet as the crowd draws near.
Paso! proud with a stamping beat,
Swing! where laughter makes life complete.
The music’s here the night’s still young,
put your dance shoes on let’s join the song!
It’s a place I feel off—
not wedded to anything.
Truculent.
I think in riddles
and answer in metaphors.
I dance on my tiptoes—
an adagio of agony.
Passion pirouettes
out of sight.
Tethered.
Bound by grief.
Temptation forgotten,
tempered.
It no longer exists.
It was a pas de deux,
now it’s just a deuce—
a petulant penitent,
an unwanted pardon.
The dancer stirs.
The pulse quickens
to a tango.
Recalcitrant and longing.
Unable to follow the white line
unless it’s condemned.
So the path ahead is delusional—
felt, not seen.
When will the blocks of life
build up
and make me feel safe?
I feel like I’m
in a correctional facility.
I am my own door.
I am my own jailor.
I realise I have the key.
I bury it
under the pile of shame
in the corner.
I love to dance to the music of The Rolling Stones,
one of the longest-running rock bands since the sixties.
The band’s music is raw with energetic blend of blues,
rhythm and blues, rock and roll and baroque rock or pop.
Slow dancing to the ballads of Angie and Wild Horses
let me bring out the emotional depth of the melody
and lyrics through emotive flow and applying Tango
improvisation to Paint It Black with its unique sound.
Fusion dancing to Ruby Tuesday, a baroque pop and
You Can’t Always Get What You Want, a rock with slow
ballad like tempo to fast, to create contrasting styles and
freestyle dancing by mixing various genres to Under My Thumb.
Swinging, jiving, rocking, strutting, like Mick’s strut and
shimmying to Tumbling Dice and Honky Tonk Women.
Dave, the pianist and vocalist of a two men band plays
The Stones songs for me and calls me The Stones Girl.
Did you know that
Flamingos love to tango?
Three steps forward, one side step,
Shake of the hips, they end the prep.
Quick, quick, slow, gracefully slide,
Flamingos dance as colorful as mango.
Remember to warm up before you start dancing with your cat
It'll be a late night, the concert won't end till around 10 so we'll start dancing sometime around...
It was so strange, but one of my favourite memories, that this song should just compel us to leap up and start dancing
We'll all get very very drunk, start acting quite lewd, try and pull the barmaid, start dancing like monkeys
Immediately, visions of sugar plums start dancing in my head. Open cab pumpers are IT!
A bunch of lady boys come up to you and grab your hand and try to start dancing with you
Do not expect to start dancing Tango Nuevo earlier than in 12 months of hard work
I love that song! "Cha Cha Slide". Download it then start dancing
Google is stabilizing, and the bots seem to be done with their full-crawls. Google is now ready to start dancing
But before the mice start dancing on the table: I will still be reading your blogs
I don't see little girls just start dancing in the middle of a parking lot on a daily basis
Descriptions of the bikini-clad women who start dancing erotically
I mean, come on dude, get out there, start dancing
Intensity of their stares should melt the room
My skin is nearly on fire as I watch
This couple beat sensual and tense an hour ago
I have never seen anything like this before
And probably won’t again
Learn to Fandango
castanet in your hand
Tambourine calling
its bells to command
Dance every Tango
before it’s too late
Death in the offing
— the wolf at the gate
(Dreamsleep: April, 2025)
Who knows not where a wasp does wear his sting? In his tail.
In his tongue.
Whose tongue?
Yours, if you talk of tails: and so farewell.
What, with my tongue in your tail?
Nay, come again, Good Kate;
I am a gentleman.
—William Shakespeare, The Taming of the Shrew
(exchange between Petruchio and Katherine)
Love looks like blue skies, nay.
Today is the tango of sister twisters.
Innuendos don’t behave. They slave
over the mountains and valleys.
Twines of a forked tongue, devilishly
misbehaving, drunken in delight.
Good Kate, is she kind, his kind of date?
Will she satisfy his intellect, his loins?
Is he a gentleman, this Shakespeare?
Is his lady worthy of remarkable taste?
Petruchio, with his yellow jacket,
prepared to sting, with lover’s words.
Katherine’s falling into the Venus fly trap
as she plays along, bidding farewell.
Petruchio draws her back in
wagging his tail and tongue.
These heavy boots filled by Taylor and Burton
acting in real time and on the silver-tongued screen.
If the ballroom could produce such a tango as this,
Shakespeare himself would rise and erupt in applause.
1
Takes two to tango,
The star and the star's co-star;
Both just showing off:
The star tapping out the beat;
The co-star just following:-
2
The tango is on,
A political season's
M and T duo:
The MIOPOTUS leading,
And the POTUS following:-
I’ve often danced a dance with death
He’s often beat me out of breath.
With every step his grip took hold
But he got angry as I was bold
I scream in pain my body rife
And yet I pray for my kids and wife
Behold my wish to see them here
My family and relatives as I hold dear
I’m dancing faster now with death
I’m fighting hard with every breath
He tangoes faster and twirls me round
I look confused no one around
My head is spinning, He sees me weak
His final steps he wants to sneak
His tango now no more a dance
I see his stance and cast a glance
He is dancing dangerously close
Will he deliver the final dose
A sudden smile forms round my lips
A sparkle shines right through my eyes
I see my saviour no disguise
My saviour has now joined the dance
he takes me in his tender arms
we dance now at a slower pace
The peaceful rhythm shows on my face
My heart beats softly and more steady
No longer racing I am ready.
Grant me peace and set me free
Deliver me, upon deaths tree.
Brazil and China dance
Xi and da Silva romance
~ U.S. in a trance
Were suppressed
The kids are depressed
The scary tango till death
We scream till were out of breath
It’s dangerous
We dance beneath the stars
While covered in scars
We march to the dead beat
Till the death tastes sweet