Are you looking for some prom poems? Well, you’ve found some great ones! You’ll also find a poem or two about dancing.
Pretty Prom, a poem
by Clay Pigeon
All day I couldn’t stop thinking about her;
she’d told me I was the one
that she wanted to go to the prom with me;
I kept thinking what it would be like,
her and I — I’d get the best outfit,
and she’d be in the perfect dress;
I’d pick her up in a long limousine,
and tell the best jokes I knew
until we were there—
how grand it would all be!
I had the whole prom planned out in minutes,
and I couldn’t stop thinking about her;
how beautiful she would be in her prom dress.
Once there, I’d hold her in close
and together we’d dance slow to that song,
you know the one, the one they all dance to;
I’d lean in close and tell her how I felt,
her warm soft chest against mine;
Then I’d gently kiss her,
right there out on the floor —
true love finds its way
true love always finds its way.
Yeah, I couldn’t stop thinking about it,
but it only lasted only while it lasted,
by the end of the day
she had her friend tell me
it wasn’t happening—
no, it wasn’t happening at all
it was never even real, just a prom ruse,
to push the right guy into action,
and since he’d acted, well,
she’d be going with him not me,
but, hey, thank you for the help,
I still can’t stop thinking about it,
though I know how stupid I am now;
it would have been such a really cool prom,
only now for me, I guess,
there’ll be no prom at all.
Prom Dance, a poem
by Joe Vial
In prismatic arrays
Light is drawn to you
And bends at you beauty,
The entire prom orbits around you.
I’m just just little rock
That wants to crash down
On your soft surface.
Wallflower at the Prom, a poem
by Two Left Feet
I hear the music
Begin to play at the prom;
Across my entire spine;
I can’t move an inch,
In that secret place
I am dancing.
Unwind, a poem
by Kara Cell
Under the blaze set
By the descending sun
On this side
Of a wide copper ocean;
There, by the egress,
A mouth of deep carmine
Rich and full
Into the hungry depths
Of dreaming time.
It wasn’t that no one asked me to the prom,
it was that no one would tell me where it was.
— Rita Rudner
We hope you enjoyed these prom poems. We think the prom is an excellent theme for any poems you might have yourself, and we hope you write some! You can write some dancing ditties, a ballet ballad, or perhaps even a samba sonnet.
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