Short Solo Poems
Short Solo Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Solo by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Solo by length and keyword.
Tonight
I am alone
And thoughts of you become
The only music in my mind
Again.
for Bite Size Poem Contest
#20, 09/04/2012
The wife loves to sing in the shower
Alone in her ivory tower
My passion flower
Can well spend an hour
Emulating a crow's hoarse power
Nur der Wind liest die Zeichen der Zukunft
Only the wind can read the signs of future
Solo el viento puede leer los signos del futuro
When Hans Solo got married
Did he then become Hans Married
Now that is silly
Did he keep his virginity
Yes, from then on until he got unmarried
cicada reverb
electric
ripping like Hendrix
*Dog-day Cicada
MagiCicada13
Screaming cat, what's up with you?
Seated on my fence at a quarter of two
The night is short, the hour's deep
Leave me be to enjoy my sleep
Oh what I wouldn't give for a shoe!
Sadly I heard this old man say
If I had his looks I'd be making hay
In the sunshine or rain
On the grass, or on a plane
Guess I'll just perform a solo ballet
My least favourite day of the year
Is Valentine's Day and its quite near
Chocolate, hearts and candy
for couples are just dandy
Since I'm single, I'll just have a beer
Alone in daylight
at dusk
at dawn
some are forgotten
but not gone.
posted October 11, 2016
January 9, 2019, entered in Brian Strand's January week 2 contest
i need to
milk my
ballroom
dancing
i've been
singing
soprano
way too
long so
that
when i want
us two
sing a
long
i realize
i'm only
mastering
the technique
of
baiting
Form:
Sitting in my home,
Far i never roam,
Eating worms, good bee,
Solo lifehacks for me,
Always my nature same,
Always my nature same,
Solitude my game,
But Jesus is on His throne,
No human wakes alone!
If one person remembers …
a legacy yet
If one person remembers
old feelings reset
If one person remembers
the words to reform
If one person remembers
—tomorrow reborn
(The New Room: July, 2023)
Humans are said to be social beasts,
A concept blended in Greece.
It seeps into the crumpled eyes,
Flowing down heavily through the body.
A solo artist, scattering unique wildness,
Is like a gentle breeze.
Don’t feel sorry for the Ayatollah
Just ‘cos that old man has to fly solo
Yes, he’s got to make a buck
But he is not out of luck
They say he’s a fine amateur bowler
Dawn’s come again
Bringing rain by me
I see a friend
Now wand’ring free
I see again
A sun so gold
Nothing can mend
This sorrow never sold
Coming once again
A dark so deep
Away cannot send
The darkness of sleep
Your love was a song without a chorus.
You cut my microphone when I tried to sing.
We were supposed to be a duet against the masses.
But the guitarist was better at pulling your strings.
©Tacito
Sadly I heard this old man say one day
If I had his looks I'd be out there making hay
In the sunshine or the rain
On the grass, or on a plane
Guess I'll just have to perform a solo ballet
© Jack Ellison 2015
with lips and eyes
quite dour and dry
my sanctioned kiss?
that kiss, goodbye ...
for each the others
so spawns a curse
the heart devoured ...
drowned and terse.
Kicks tires
Checks wires
Full stop
Revs prop
Must heed
Airspeed
Thumbs up
Climbs up
No sweat
(Not yet)
Alas
No gas
In spin
Chagrin
No chute
Oh shoot
Bad day
Mayday
Crashed plane
On plain
Washout
No doubt
With open arms
And staring wryly
A curve on the lips,
I relish catastrophy.
The turmoil you see,
The bizzare irony;
These are just...
My accomplices really.
They say I choose
To embrace agony
When the rest crashes down...
Where else could I be?
Leia then met scoundrel Hans Solo
Got no lightsaber, but donned a sexy polo
He vexed then enticed this Jedi lass
Till our rascal froze in carbonite brass!
1/13/2018
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bleakness of Autumn
on a cloudy-sunless day
muted colors droop
spirit’s s i l e n t interlude...
…blush of solo-leaf descant
12/1/2017
descant - a melody or counterpoint sung above the plainsong of the tenor
(from Merriam-Webster)
In a bubble,
a life self-contained,
separate from reality.
Enclosed,
self-oriented.
centred upon
ourself..
with
our thoughts
our feelings
our desires:
Remote ,alone
with oneself.
Preserved yes..
in formaldehyde..
dead before..
our time
When the rain falls slowly as if we were in Cape Breton
and the bird in the well is singing a solo song of beauty
I long for the days when the sun clapped his mighty ray
on our tanned backs and left us , to our own demise.
Mystic Rose 04/28/2019
This is sage advice,
At gigolos don't look twice,
It's a pandemic world,
Solo orgasms, guys and girls,
All around the world,
Blip yourselves, dudes and girls,
Then on with the happy pants,
Back to work online, us ants!
How do I know all this?
Google's life coaching is the blip!