Solo Poems - Poems about Solo

...Taking the stage so easily, the rousing solo of a rose; Such a dance with melodic prose, this impromptu jam leaves you free; Beneath a soft swaying palm tree a garden of animus grows; Taking th......Read the rest...

...Am I really this old, so many ghosts beckoning? —Michael R. Burch Sleepyheads! I recite my haiku to the inattentive lilies. —Michael R. Burch Stillness: the sound of petals drifting dow......Read the rest...

...My voice is filled with broken tremors, As I describe the layers of my pain. Each breath blows out the bitter emptiness, And I hear myself going insane. I interact with demons I battle, And......Read the rest...

...To taste the word illustrious, you must take your gifts serious; Write until your soul bleeds; Break your most inflexible shell, allow the Muse to shake and swell; Who knows where it all leads? ......Read the rest...

... Composed, he walks towards the podium. At first to applause, until a hush forms. His heart beats like a water pump, sweat drips - eyes fixed at his ensemble. Audience anticipates, as he stands......Read the rest...

...We have a choice, On how many children will turn out, And by throwing the parents under a bus, For the Wolves and Jackals to fight over, The outcome for the children will always be the same. W......Read the rest...

...These are original haiku by Michael R. Burch and his translations of haiku by the Japanese masters Matsuo Basho, Yosa Buson, Masaoka Shiki, and others. Am I really this old, so many ghosts beck......Read the rest...

...A morning coincidence, to school we laughed and skipped - A cloud that drifted through the sky, from my mind it slipped. For many years and then forever, I would forget That happy race with th......Read the rest...

... That was then…. When the tapestry of contentment enveloped the enthralled expanse exhilarated, of the sensuous sky called life. When the fervent flight was friendly for the esoteric essen......Read the rest...

...The Flower Seller Amelia wares un- cuticled painted nails, She hop scotches a pirate on one leg, Tip-toeing long sun cast morning shadows, beneath billowing hand stitched, salty sails; ......Read the rest...

...No, my friend Paul, it’s not about saying everything, And we do not lack time, But the point is to say what you love, to love what you say, Like a saxophone solo in a New York club, To say that......Read the rest...

...My mother was slow couldn't tell truth from lie she was born far before of her due time her father hated women he told her she wasn't liked she believed God was him watching her from the sky ......Read the rest...

... Humans never grow out of their teenage phase Unclear what an adult means They are subjected to responsibility Requiring maturity, no human has proven to be Various other targeted teenagers A......Read the rest...

...In the realm of rock, a voice so bold, Glenn Hughes, his legend told. With melodies soaring, and passion untold, He captures hearts, both young and old. From Deep Purple's heights to solo fligh......Read the rest...

...Shadow & Reflection ( always yours) “Just a fun instant write” I realise a scent, a sniff, not a nose to the ground visual image hot on its heels, it feels, not a ear to the drum noisy hum, lum......Read the rest...