Dancing with fever, angst and fun,
Underneath the dazzling, disco lights,
Waiting to meet their king of hearts,
On these long, delusional nights,
Hustle and bustle, with some spilt drinks
On the sidelines,
While ladies elegantly, clink glasses of the finest of wines,
They dance with shimmering hair and made up faces,
With desire in their moves at differenr paces,
The disco lights, entices the night,
To deliver love, but more likely will entice, just lust,
Hard to find anybody to trust,
Dreams come crashing down,
Fairytales take a look around the dance floor,
And flee out the door,
Into the lonely streets of the towns.
Regardless the ladies continues to dance creating beautiful images,
In their colourful gowns,
Wishing for the chemistry to ignite,
All in a night out with hearts that fight,
To charm with their mask of illusion,
The kings of the night club, only cause confusion,
Faitytales again, look around the dance floor,
And flee out the door,
Not wanting to stay for more,
Having to listen to drunken bores,
Time stops, as images collide,
Small talk becomes a chore,
Sincerity flees too, with nobody to connect with and confide,
Romance is in the lie of the uplifting trance,
While they create magic as they dance!
very romantic with a vivid imagery... very well written Hazel...10/10
In the hope of finding true love, the ballroom and disco dancers dance before kings of the night club, but unfortunately warmth is missing there and everything ends up as a routine chore and life there turns a bore! Great write exposing the hollowness of nightly revelries!
Hazel, great poem! In really like the repetitive line 'fairy tales look around the dance floor and flee out the door' Your nightclub depiction was spot on.i actually wrote a poem about going clubbing in the eighties. Not as good as yours, but it's a fun little flash back. It's called ' Lisa and Sue's Night Out. Let me know what you think
i love to read and write fairy tales. Illusions of the ind. nice writing
As seasons and phases of life change, we begin to learn. Real love is perhaps a relatively hypothetical concept.But discerning the exterior and the interior of the available images is possible. A fine write Hazel and I give 10 marks for this unique sharing.
Excellent Hazel. Reminds me of my youth, looking for love and romance in the wrong places.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
dreams comes crashing down, good writing, thanks,