Short Mic Poems

Short Mic Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Mic by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Mic by length and keyword.


Open Mic

She plays her love for me on strings,
And I, a lucky soul, am still,
And listen as she sings her heart— 
A prize no other man can keep.
© Nick Ruff  Create an image from this poem.


Open Mic

i can't
say i'm a
meat puppet
because i'm
not in the band

but i'll allow
you to put
your hand
stuff it in
and with

fingers
do as
you
co
mm
and
Form:

Premium Member Clerihew Carly Simon

Carly Simon, songstress, big hair, and a huge smile
Cheshire cat teeth you can see across the Nile

You’re So Vain just might be about  Mick Jagger
Love her Itsy-Bitsy Spider and all of her swagger
© I Am Anaya  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Clerihew

Premium Member On The Mic Huitain

You must taste just like urban art,
all that swag dripping from your smirk;
Contours of tag lines show your heart,
a masterpiece with skilled brushwork;
So stylish with that nouveau quirk,
your scent won’t abide dilution;
With a word you drive crowds berserk;
On the mic you’re revolution.
Form: Other

Premium Member Mic-Key M-O-U-S-E

A man named Disney drew a mouse named Mickey
Now Disney's gone, but Mickey still goes strong
In cartoons and parks from Spain to New York City

Across the globe all kids can sing his song
A melody you simply can't get wrong

Though Disney only lived to sixty-five
That mouse he drew is very much alive


Let Me Hold Your Mic

Let me feel your pain

Let me disappear in your depth

Let me paint with your tears

Let me read from your wrinkles 

Let me hold the gem that makes you 

Let my tongue speak of the strength, that's you

I hear you
I feel your pain
I respect the strength, that's you

Inspired by Darlene Gifford's poems: on the bridge too far, a rainbow glitters, my little soldier boy and on the beach at dusk

Open Mic

It was open mic nite
or maybe ladies night
no matter, wasn’t my scene
so I ordered a beer and took
my seat

The show was amatuer night
for sure
everyone laughed
drum roll
curtains

left my glass with the waitress
and my tip
caught a guy out in the front lot
hocking CD’s at ten bucks a pop

says hes a musician, I should hear his stuff
its gangster rap
ten spot later
blazed down the road

not my scene
but I take
my seat

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