Short Disco Poems
Short Disco Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Disco by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Disco by length and keyword.
we love to stump
jump and booty hump
our sound
is surround get down
some or funky soul
but gold singer
we are
DISCO BANGER
it was a night
of blinking lights
some white some blue
it was fun
we party like a sonforgun
stump bump and prance
THIS
DISCO PARTY DANCE
Dazzling china
Moon bowl
Spilling
Shimmering, silver bubbles
Across blue ocean sky
Beneath which
Feathered fish
And flowers with fins
Dance under the
Disco ball
I first learned to dance when I was four
But my kids won't let me do it no more
They say I look like a perv
The way I wiggle a swerve
They say I even embarrass the floor
she sing did her thing
now she angel in the manger
way up high in the sky
the music was not soul
but was gold
she's gone home
the music is still our dream
THE
DISCO QUEEN
Nyla the disco queen was glitzy and groovy
Gyrating like a mirror of fancy prisms
Throwing flecks of light around the room
I was mesmerized, could not stop watching her
She was as dazzling as any chandelier.
Others began watching her.
I glared at them.
She was mine to watch.
she speaks.
breaks.
waits in silence,
for an ending,
or new beginning.
the wait,
and time,
eludes the mind
forever
like the sierpinski
triangle.
she knows she doesn't.
memory is at full capacity.
empty.
reboot.
love awaits
in idealism
measured by hearts
and minds.
two sparks fly,
but does it matter?
No more disco dancing...no boppin' that's for sure
I tried to do it late last night ended mangled on the floor
The legs they went all wobbly, me head it still feels numb
I've been stuck here since 3 o'clock, in agony on me bum
I know Travolta did it and boy did he look nifty
But I should really give it up as I am way past fifty
Electric pulse - it's sharpness
Biting....stinging
Gyrating forms become one
Changes in hue altering the mood
In the night time
You feel the Sparks flight
Resurgence through motion....
Life's Genesis
One moment retained forever
The next quite by chance
Together.... But chaotic
Vision upon vision
They take their stance
To fly or run
Always, forever to dance
The record is
Skipping
Ripping
Tearing
Wearing out
My tattered heart
Playing the tune
I've hollowed out
Of my ears
Bleeding deaf
From the pain
I've sought
To relieve
A silent buzz
Has settled in
Screams in
The echoes
They repeat
My sorrow
Over and over
This track
On a loop
That will never
Break my fall
For her
Love is the artist
And life is the DJ
Remix my fears
Into an empty
Dance floor
Sober I am
Alone
And I cannot
Turn off
The Disco lights...
Halloween Skeleton Disco was in full swing tonight
They were throwing each other around in the glittering light
Some of them hit the wall when their partners tossed them
Their legs and arms askew, and their heads doing a spin
It was interesting to the rest of us, scary to some
Don’t say a word cautioned my dad, my aunt and my mum
We were peeking at them through a peep holes in a wall
It was fun watching them do the Watutsi, the twist and the crawl
She was the liveliest teenager at the disco ball hall.
Her mushroom head hat made her sixteen feet tall.
She shimmied and shook, and had a terrific time, a real ball.
We could barely get her peeled off a fellow named Wall.
Wall was frightened of her, she was all that and more.
What kind of teen is she? He asked a girl named Lenore.
She used to be my friend, but she has too many polka dots now.
The liveliest teenager with mushroom head hat, was still kind of a wow.
the music was pretty flat ~ but her sun shone in stereo that day
mono was never enough for me ~ double vision leads me astray
anyway i couldn't stop staring ~ inner man gave the game away
a pretty awkward moment ~ goddammit what am i trying to say
my first slow dance with a girl ~ physics biochemistry on display
serotonin shakes up hormones ~ love and lust obviously not gay
By
David Kavanagh
#We are what we are, this is not homophobic#