Flamenco Poems - Poems about Flamenco

Pink hue flamingo it must be due to all the carotenoid pigments feasted on algae and crustaceans An elongated neck spirals and filters such sensations Sharing color is Okinawa salmon sushi, bolster lobster and shrimp scrimp Graceful qualifiers primp poised tropical dwellers balancing effortlessly on one outstretched leg, A ballerina’s pirouette in fuchsia tutus’ Statuesque stillness in shallow water Rosette feathers flair flamboyance Passionate...

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ruffled high-heeled, high-haired the Mexican diva begins the dance her partner concentrating on her beauty stepping automatically to the best music welcome to the flamenco, with castanets and jazzy snapping happy feet...

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In a long red skirt, with a great big smile, Our young senorita danced, Doing all the moves in Flamenco style, For third graders, quite advanced. Though we watched on screen, it was pure delight As they clapped and stomped and moved. That six lessons (wow!) led to such a night, To my mind (and others) proved That when those in charge have...

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Seeing a rare flamingo on our favorite beach…so far away from her home is so special…so magnificent…so wonderful…it deserves a second poem. When we returned the next morning to take a walk along shore we found the flamingo in the same place we’d left her the day before. She once again stood out because of her beautiful pinkish...

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Her lightning fast moves mesmerized me she’s the fastest flamenco dancer in Seville someone whispered well practiced whirls of pinks and oranges captivated her audience without fans, shawls or castanets...

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Autumn winds duende with flair. The leaves falling from trees aflame, twisting and twirling across the aire, gliding on the cool, frosty first rain. The leaves falling from trees aflame rouge the baile floor as a mosaic gliding on the cool, frosty first rain with alegrías rhythms wild and archaic Rouge the baile floor as a mosaic the winds swaying their sensual hips with alegrías...

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He plays his guitar under moonlight The stars align and she arrives In her long red dress, with a rose in her hair Emerald eyes, Long black hair She takes his breath away She starts to dance to his rhythm With each step and gesture, Passion fills the air His heart beats faster As her eyes gaze upon him with a smile They...

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Written by Gail DeBole January 20, 2020 A flock of Flamingos so pink Had feathers that made people blink. They group-danced with heads high In a Flamenco style. Ate shrimp, algae, and water to drink. Author's Note: The type of food affects the color of the feathers....

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It was not a night for work the moon was at the full high over the sea erotic and disturbing l could hear the gypsy singer in the tavern below self assured as usual she had a slightly distant air about her !...

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It was in a socially and economically difficult situation that the musical cultures of Jews, Moors and mainly Gypsies began to merge into what would become the basic form of flamenco. The Flemish songs reflect the spirit of struggle, hope and pride. Flamenco was born of the mixture of nomadic people manifesting in the throats, gestures...

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Foi numa situação social e economicamente difícil que as culturas musicais de judeus, mouros e principalmente ciganos começaram a fundir-se no que se tornaria a forma básica do flamenco. As músicas flamencas refletem o espírito da luta, a esperança e o orgulho. O Flamenco nasceu da mistura de povos nômades manifestando-se nas gargantas, gestos e...

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She stands there in the center of the room not moving! She is focused on the strum of the guitar. we see pure passion bloom before our eyes as feelings coming from the gypsy's song are transferred to her feet, for she interprets years of suffering by stamping them into the floor! The heat of her emotions makes this woman bring her palms...

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The Flame of the Flamenco Ruby was the flame of the Flamenco, a tavern on the docks of Costa del Sol. Men were entranced by her fiery dancing as she gave off flashes of red and gold. Ruby called one man to dance with her. Her skirt ruffled and swished across the floor. The man was caught up in her rhapsody as her...

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The Flamenco dancer swirled and twirled past me her red voluminous red skirt floating such intensity in her face I was enthralled with her strength and proud posture . . . her feet stomped in rhythm to a strumming guitar and tambourines her hands curved over her head fingers snapping and hands clapping O, she was a gypsy proud I could feel her...

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Sevilla, the evening pins flowers on your hair A pirouette of tasselled gown rustles by Igniting a lusty swirl along theater’s wing, Over spotlights on red liquefied hips That kiss of flamenco gyres into a dance ; Relishing the wine which drips as you lift And tap those feet through moonshine’s gloam: O, such swaggers devour my senses While Latin music sets the...

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