Short Tango Poems
Short Tango Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Tango by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Tango by length and keyword.
By bring out all the nipples
To the given shore
Along the empty lake
I sense this water is sucking
My muscles like teeth!
Long dreams
Short happiness
Sweetly savory
Glossily scuffed
Heat cracked
Ignitable flame
Pair required
Both rediscovered.
Mountain Goat and Moose Tango - A Haiku
unfriendly mountain
shall and perfect, gray moose runs
at the perfect goat
4/7/19
COME BABY LETS GO
do its nice and slow
lets rock the floor
lets be like a boat
tho we're old goats
love to play bingo
BABY LETS DO THE TANGO
Overconfident
practice makes perfect we guessed
tango contest thrill
we moved and were dressed to kill
ending dance in tangled spill
9-1-17
Vivacious urgency amidst the masquerade of faces
Intoxicating senses, driving madness to insanity.
Intense betrayals soundlessly distract, unmasking secrets.
they danced with a liquid wild balanced frenzy
it was rather a glide than a street brawl
but had the same kinds of feelings in it
beautiful couple, gorgeous tango
wow! hot sizzling steps
flourishes and flounces
she is in chiffon
where did he get the tuxedo?
he was never this debonair or polished when we dated
I stare, mesmerized
Melancholy sets in
and twist easily
around the joy that is stuck
in the glue
It's hard to dance tango - without a partner
10.04.2014
A-L Andresen :)
embrace with passion
remember heated moments
live life extended.
(January 27, 2011 Wausau, Wisconsin)
(c) Copyright 2011 by Christine A Kysely, All Rights Rese
Trap,
bandonion ruse...
Stopped on music...
on hear tchan, tchun...
Fatal!
We're still
in the middle of each other,
intertwined in rhythm,
alone in the hall...
Tango... !
takes two, to tango
heated dancefloor, or bedtime
two now intertwined.
(January 27, 2011 Wausau, Wisconsin)
(c) Copyright 2011 by Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserve
Leap into my heart
Embrace emerald soul
Touch so light it sparks
Soul of gold to
Tango
Amethyst steps enhanced
Neon nuanced dance
Green esteem red romance
Only you love hold my hand
beautiful bountiful inflorescence, bougainvillea
your Latin American hot sauce is showing
your hot spicy pinks challenging your zesty oranges
with a tinge of thorns, you are too hot to tango
beautiful bountiful inflorescence, bougainvillea
your Latin American hot sauce is showing
your hot spicy pinks challenging your zesty oranges
with a tinge of thorns, you are too hot to tango
dancing cheek to cheek
death's untimely hot embrace
music ends too soon.
(January 27, 2011 Wausau, Wisconsin)
(c) Copyright 2011 by Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved
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.
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
Dance begins: “Marry Me?”
Two bound eternally.
Intertwined in engorged throws.
Promises forged. Blood flows.
Familiar tune.
He cradles. She bows.
Resplendent vows: “I Do.”
7.14.2017
At lunch
A hunch
An idea
Drink beer
Bad choice
Beery voice
Spinning head
Need bed
Got undressed
Feeling stressed
Seeing double
Big trouble
Next morning
No warning
Hangover disappeared
I cheered
Dog.
Piglet.
Deaf and blind.
Loves to do tricks.
Runs around the yard.
Lives in Connecticut.
Mom Melissa is a vet.
Has his own website for his fans.
Inspire those around to be kind.
Education program, Piglet Mindset.
I win- I love you more
I still love you
outside the closed door.
I love you with tears,
knocking until my knuckles bleed
so now I sit outside in silence
enjoying your noise instead.
I was the only one
who meant what I said.
It is no dance, sensual.
Plays around, hip to hip
With romantic love, too forceful.
Nigh whose pretence does rip!
Innocent-shaped as clothed.
Hangs poised which theme upon
Of love, as highly descriptive.
Till slumps its woeful 'swan'.
in an absent room
smoke fills the lights
they dance.
because they must.
he was a mustang moving wild,
she was healing and warm as
foamed water from a distant stream.
she was full in fragrance.
dance now as the mystery is
bold and brave.
I knew a Luke Banjo,
Who loved to see D’Jango
And often wore bongo…
A Nigerian Banjo
With craving for Tango;
A Tallying Bongo
And Packs of Sweet Ringo:
Guess his dog’s name: Bingo!
So, it’s A Luke Banjo,
In his life lots of - go
And a single lone – jo!