Soliloquist poems on Hello Poetry

argus Feb 2015

Tonight I dance alone, in my red robe.
Alone, with what I have come to let haunt my mind.
The temple of solitude is breached.
If I am the Soliloquist,
I have too many voices within me to be heard.
If I am the Sciamachist,
I have too many enemies to hope to win.

Tonight I dance alone, because pleasure eludes my mind.
Alone, excommunicated and,
in some sense,
left behind.

#alone #mind #red #voice #enemy #haunt #soliloquy #robe #sciamachy

Satsih Verma Oct 2016

The Soliloquist

Stares down, the grey
moon, fixedly,
in naked aggression…
Fire and brimstone.
I move one step, towards you. In semidarkness
I have lost the address
of peace.

The transgender, stumps
the ghost. There was no noun,
no pronoun, only an abstract
feel. Do you see the
wooly trail beating the dust?

When did you hit the dirt road
not to come back…
What was undone? After
the death of the cuckoo, there was
no wedlock in words.

#life

Fay Slimm Sep 2016

If Only.

If Only.

No tonic compares to dawn's
best rewarding
blackbird-sweet melodies spilling abroad.

Silence drips with his chords
as his daring
leaves shards piercing the crystal clear air.

If only my pen could capture
each little droplet of rapturous
sound I would bottle the liquidy
trilling of notes and unstopper his
solo and pour this potion on wounds
brought by neglect of listening to food
from the heavens suffused with freedom
by angelic singing that brings hearers ease.

Of all nature's symphonies
ever been heard
nothing out-betters the notes of this bird.

With tuneful soliloquist
stirring my sleep
I willingly rouse and mean to drink deep.

— The End —