Long Prom Poems

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Premium Member Starting Over As a Freshman

Applications are done 
Relaxing under the sun  
High School tassels distant memory 
Senior prom night issues buried 
New relationships are the present worry 
Bringing stress with the luggage they carry 
Acceptance letter was received 
From number one school ‘would you believe?’ 
Leaving the state 
New adventures a wait 
Sounding exciting and great 
Yesterday was above the rest 
Today going back having to impress 
University colors are the dress code 
As it was told 
Touring the campus trying to get it sold 
Specific lure was a certain school 
Program of study academically cool 
Selected a major months ago 
It was in coming student thinking what they know 
First week starts before Labor Day 
Then a long weekend ‘now determined to stay’ 
Courses scheduled and made 
Calculating possible grade 
Hoping it was a good trade 
Since the credit card used when paid 
Car is fully packed 
Even the roof has tied down laundry sack 
Not one more thing can fit 
Only free space where the driver sits 
Key turn start the engine 
Four year commitment firm decision 
All this to get an entrepreneur salary position 
Or is it a place to mature 
Adulthood knocking on the door 
Whispering in the ear ‘are you sure?’ 
About the curriculum core 
All it takes knowing oneself 
Socializing positive and in good health 
Navigating through honesty and wealth 
Books are armor for a power strut 
Realizing with others ‘you know what?’ 
Walking away 
One thing to say 
Reminding upperclassman ‘you graduate in May’ 
College is the time 
Challenge the mind 
And in the end a well-educated person is the find 
Listening to the pomp and circumstance chime
Form: Rhyme


Premium Member Zip Your Zipper

Don't forget to zip your zipper.
Said thee old whipper snapper.
Life's too short, so be a good sport.
While we head to a resort.
After the high school prom tonight.

We can make whoopee, under a pine tree.
After I take you by the hand.
Then we'll see buckets of golden nuggets, 
flowers and daffodils.
The we'll see puppets, all playing their trumpets, 
very load and strong from the band.

So don't forget to zip your zipper.
Said thee old whipper snapper.
Life's too short, so give me all your support.
Before we head to a resort.
And before, we make love in the ocean sand..

Zip Your Zipper Poetry By Kim Robin Edwards
Copyright 2010,2014..
All rights reserved
Form: Epic

Premium Member Brown Shoes

Do you ever feel like the world's a tuxedo
And you're a pair of brown shoes? 
Have you ever felt you had two left feet?
Or the ship's already left for the cruise?

Please take heart, we've all been afflicted
At one time or another in our lives
There are those who appear a lot worse off
They forget to wear pants when they drive

There ain't no cure for this strange affliction
Embarrassing as hell, heaven knows
Walking across the floor at the prom
With your dress tucked up in your hose

Out for a walk, met my cranky old boss
He was taking his dog for a stroll
Chatted and then after saying good luck
Turned and smacked into a pole

Or when you attend a Halloween party
You're the only one dressed up in the room
Then you realize it was a black tie affair
But you're dressed like a pregnant baboon

Just dig a deep hole and climb down inside
Hope nobody notices you're gone
Don't come out until four in the morning
Slink home by the first light of dawn



© Jack Ellison 2012
Form: Quatrain

Premium Member The Prom Corsage

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
© Joe Flach  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Ballad

Premium Member Smash--

 margin drops-- 
boxes of gifts pageantry 
 evening dawns nighty

drive on interstate   
walking crossed some streets    

telescopic lenses…
video lens trying see                                 
stars in the skies                                           

midnight dance prom                                   
 high school brawl                                                         
 football team wins                                             

game on                    
finished 1st place 

weekend lounge                                     
 automobile accident crashes                                                      
smash


10/6/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. & Michael Block 2023©
Form: Rengay


Premium Member - A Shrunken Fairy Tale -

                                 The evil stepmother, hostile attitude
                          Spiders feed their children with their own blood
                      She hated her stepdaughter, who was lovely and caring
                        Love does not flow through breast milk or blood
                                         Dreams were shattered
                             
                      The prince was getting married, everyone was invited
                               Stepdaughter was put to work, poor thing
                                     We all remember how this ended
                                    - the sweetness of a budding love
                                         A fairy with a magic wand
                                 a prom dress and glass shoes ... "swish"
Form: Narrative

First Taste of Love

My first taste of love
Seemed so bittersweet
It was like entering Heaven
Each time that we'd meet

Her beauty angelic
She only lacked wings
Ann in the middle 
Her Irish eyes gleamed

I'm no angel named Michael
You in your own way a con
For stealing my heart
Then we went to prom

Then came the hell
When you went away
Your forces aimed high
I died some that day

We took different paths
In each of our lives
And on 7-7-97
I was to make you my wife

Yet the day never came
It wasn't to be
I would have given my all
And gave all of me

You'll always be special
For you were my first
I give thanks for your love
During my time on earth

You made me a man
In more than one way
You'll be the regret that I carry
Till my dying day
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Her Adamant Face

Adamant Face
My mother used to say with an adamant face, "There is a place for everything and for everything a place!”
My goodness, this house is a total disgrace"

So every Tuesday at quarter past 4:OO
each person in our family had the same chore,
to straighten the house and pick up the floor.

We all sighed, then one replied,
“Where do we put things?”  
“Where do they go?”  
"Where did they come from?" 
"We don’t know!”
     "Just put things back in their original home.
      "Whatever you do, don’t let them roam"
       If you don’t know what it's called, 
      where to put it, 
      or what it does,
or you can’t throw it out or know it’s name because, 
it doesn’t have a match or
there is a piece detached ; 
then don’t give up, just keep your chin up. 
Leave nothing astray, but please be done by the end of the day"
"There is a place for everything and for everything a place" she reminded us with her adamant face.

Our cleaning began, and what did we find ? 
Interesting things of every kind.

Two birthday candles from my cake years ago, rusted nail clippers that trimmed my big toe.

A broken pencil with a very dull end, and a thank you card I forgot to send.

A soy sauce packet stuck to a fork, from a take out order of moo shoo pork.

 A spool of thread, the color red, when I sewed my clumsy thumb instead! 

Grandpa’s glasses missing one lens
My  sister’s retainer 
And 2 leaky pens 

A postal stamp 
A bread bag clip
The top to my mother’s pink lipstick. 

A germy cold lozenge when I had the flu.
A dirty lace from a tennis shoe.

Three receipts from CVS. 
A zipper from an old prom dress.

 Soon we finished, and one replied,
 “Our cleaning is done, we picked up the floor,
   No longer a disgrace anymore!"
 
"We put things back in their original home, 
 where they belonged and could not roam” 

“Mother, that place was the kitchen drawer!"  
 Our job is done, say no more!
Form: Rhyme

Pink Shoes

We who are pink shoes
we always have real fun,
always walking, walking prose ...
parading, parading ... with humor

Constantly we walk so quiet
for walking so much tiredness!
but we gladly adorn fairy feet
we don't complain of boredness ..

We put on our feet and show
elegant body set in glow
  we are who carry it
to the prom and sample fair.

We flirt with black shoes
cute but unfaithful companions
 oh for tragedy they live all day
silent and stuck to claims ..

They are not smart..what failure
poor guys nor for flirting
bureaucrats they risible faces
 all outmoded, tied to shoelaces ...!

Premium Member The Den In the Hollow

The den in the hollow at daybreak
Ripped by the hooting owl
The owl's very last chance to hoot
And be on his nightime prowl  

Liquid apricot jam now coats
Pale gray of morn's spring sky
Churned earth there from the accident
Thoughts turn to why, why, why

Could it have been prevented
Maybe a slow down and live
Only God knows the answers
And to me he chooses not to give

A bad accident in front of my home
on Saturday afternoon..It was prom
night for the high school here and
a mother was taking her daughter
to get pictures made..She ran off 
the road and lost control of her car.
Both suffered injuries severe enough
to be transported to hospitals out of town.
Form: Rhyme

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