Busker Poems - Poems about Busker

...Lemon tinted phase gilded skyline blown by ethereal fused mist eager bard imbued opal dream flotilla beyond tarnish while flash point chariots of gleam-well canvass astir or astern perfo......Read the rest...

...For the thrill of writing to be exciting a reading mind… by taking the time to write a rhyme in rhythm… shot from this poetry imprisoned prism like mind of mine…. I’m tussling words like a busker ......Read the rest...

...A different song enters the symphony hall, It's not an aria or a choral work, it's much bigger, it fills the auditorium. Outside, on the street, a busker plays his pennywhistle. The orches......Read the rest...

... I step out into the evening, into a cloud of whispered conversations, insect talk, birds uttering their “goodnights” high in the trees, the days last gossip settling back into a more respec......Read the rest...

...On the hard cement, she lay Her dark hair was matted, and her skin was grey At her side was a soulless shoe Her face, beaten black and blue Her clothes were very tattered and torn Everything abo......Read the rest...

...Café Watch Sitting in a café, watching life pass by. People rushing into shops; important stuff to buy. Groups of foreign workers, stopping, shaking hands; Local people......Read the rest...

...Fearless is the busker Who sings and plays guitar Relaxing and melodic En route to be a star. An effortless performance Such quality on display The ambience uplifting To brighten up this day. ......Read the rest...

...Let’s sail away to Acapella, A celebrity haunt owned by Penn and Teller. I shall act as your prince, you’ll be Cinderella When we’re sat on a beach in Acapella. It’s not as sexy as Cannes or as......Read the rest...

...All through the last winter I sat on my own Playing Cushie Butterfield On my xylophone I tried it as a two step I tried it as waltz Its not easy on a xylophone To avoid playing shmaltz But I ......Read the rest...

...plays for tips on lower Broadway busker......Read the rest...

...A musician with debts yet to pay In a bin, he sat, busking away He played in the trash While in came the cash All was fine; 'till they rolled him away!......Read the rest...

...I stood on that busy street And I rattled out some tunes On my tap dancing clogs And a pair of soup spoon I rattled out some fast songs And I rattled out some slow I rattled out bonny songs ......Read the rest...

...Busker doesn't know chords fakes it......Read the rest...

...Walking in the back streets of Paris On a warm balmy evening Talking with a friend enjoying The night and watching As the people went on their way Unhurriedly ,also enjoying the day. The pa......Read the rest...

...Old man in Nashville strums guitar on South Broadway no talent......Read the rest...