Short Busking Poems
Short Busking Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Busking by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Busking by length and keyword.
Bin Busker
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!...
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Categories:
busking, humorous,
Form:
Limerick
Julius Jaggery Jones
Julius Jaggery Jones
Had an ache deep in his bones
Sang the blues for nickels and dollars
In mellowest of baritones.
Julius Jaggery Jones
Seated on street cobblestones
Paid his dues in groanings and hollers
Delivering back alley moans....
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Categories:
busking, depression, how i feel, music, nursery rhyme,
Form:
Rhyme
Wasted - Another Tragedy
Busking for breakfast in Kabul
a puffed up dream idealology
haze delineating freedom
as mournful tunes offset tranquility
Crowds gather to gawk
sentimental shards of shrapnel
life left unguarded
wasted away
another fateful scene screams...
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Categories:
busking, conflict,
Form:
Free verse
Busted Flat
Busted Flat …
Poetic busking
the white lines advancing
A voice on the asphalt
the rubber — the road
(Dreamsleep: December, 2023)
The Heaviest Silence
Oh, to be cursed
with the burden of truth
Without the propensity
—to speak it out loud
(Dreamsleep: December, 2023)
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Categories:
busking, words,
Form:
Free verse
Ten Minutes To Infinity
"Tens minutes to infinity"
Time , l ask what is time ?
Perhaps a concept made by men to make sense of the seasons.
Some say it is an illusion , that time is non existent , if so then let me ask why do we wait for the sun to chase the moon away so the stars can sing a lullaby for the skies to turn blue?
Time got me feeling high , low , and lost when it found me basking into the moment busking on the expectation for a better day....
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Categories:
busking, america, birth, destiny, dream,
Form:
Free verse
Take Me Home
It is time for me to change my pace:
To shake off plays in life's race
Lay my head against future's chest
Allow its arms to do their best.
To breathe in its comforting musk,
To sink into its lights of busking
To let people and things fall away
Not to struggle for them to sway.
Echoing thoughts that are left behind
These thoughts that torment my mind
To accept the solitude and all its graces
Just lead me home into my places.
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Categories:
busking, abuse, anxiety, beautiful, blessing, courage, emotions, endurance,
Form:
Rhyme