He’d Had His Chance: Romantic Blogging Free Verse Poem

He’d had his chance
to dance
the faithful foxtrot;
the passionate polka;
the spiritual samba;
the wayfaring man waltz.

He had,
once,
started the music playing,
but then,
in his ignorance,
had hit several wrong chords,
and the dance ended.

The stagecoach turned
into a pumpkin,
and the glass slipper
cracked and shattered.

But he kept humming
different tunes,
until he figured out
which one was his
true
melody.

Which one
could be played
in hallowed courts.

Which one
would ring right
in her ears,
through her brain,
flutter her heart,
transform her soul
as his
had been.

He hoped she,
with her lofty view,
would let him
sing again,
high on the mountain top.

Hey, Coach! Revolutionary IMprov Free Verse Poem

What if,
instead of losing
weight,
I want to grow more
greatness?

What if,/
instead of trimming
my figure,
I want to expand
the world’s knowledge
and insight?

Who will be
my coach,
my trainer,
getting in my face,
screaming at me,
“Once more.
Once more!
You got this.
You got this!
Push it.
Push it!”

Do happy

When we do,
we find joy/
in doing,
not because/
Of what /
we do,/
But that/
We do.