Poems about Guitars
#guitars
Poems about guitars, here you'll find poems about playing guitars and appreciating guitar music.
Duende
Poem Published
3rd Dec 2024 2:00pm
3rd Dec 2024 2:00pm
Guitar Cries
a lonesome night
their guitar cries
cut through my
heart tear me
apart take me
where i need to
be in the core
in that horrible
place where the
demons reside
uncomfortably
they fill the air
taint my space
voices & noises
coming in waves
make me numb
slay me inside
God i am tired
can't even write
i close my eyes
hide in their cries
surrender my body
into the abyss of night
their guitar cries
cut through my
heart tear me
apart take me
where i need to
be in the core
in that horrible
place where the
demons reside
uncomfortably
they fill the air
taint my space
voices & noises
coming in waves
make me numb
slay me inside
God i am tired
can't even write
i close my eyes
hide in their cries
surrender my body
into the abyss of night
#guitars
#night
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oldmanG
Poem Published
13th Nov 2024 3:38am
13th Nov 2024 3:38am
10000 Minutes
10000 minutes feel like hours but
My fingers are bleeding
My shoulder is hurting
This is what you have to suffer
To be like one of them
Every chance if I sit down I pick it up
Calluses forming on my finger
Putting in the time I’m feeling it
Even if it hurts my body
I lean on it trying to be a poet
I strum the stupidest shit you could imagine
But I’m in the game and I can’t complain
In the shortest minute I think I found it
All the sudden you sound almost good
But you are not...
My fingers are bleeding
My shoulder is hurting
This is what you have to suffer
To be like one of them
Every chance if I sit down I pick it up
Calluses forming on my finger
Putting in the time I’m feeling it
Even if it hurts my body
I lean on it trying to be a poet
I strum the stupidest shit you could imagine
But I’m in the game and I can’t complain
In the shortest minute I think I found it
All the sudden you sound almost good
But you are not...
#guitars
#lyrics
#music #WritingPoetry
#music #WritingPoetry
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oldmanG
Poem Published
22nd Oct 2024 5:13am
22nd Oct 2024 5:13am
Deep in Here (music n bball)
Deep in here(music +bball)
Watching great athletic events
Are something to applaud
But music is deep in here
Catching a pass or scoring down low
Just can’t compete
When you hit that chord
Or a great vocal line
Watch the crowd respond
But you didn’t catch anything
Cept something deep in our soul
Sport teaches life lessons
But Music is supreme
Sport is disciplined
Music is another level
Two things in life that I represent
Ball and some strings
When you ball and try to write...
Watching great athletic events
Are something to applaud
But music is deep in here
Catching a pass or scoring down low
Just can’t compete
When you hit that chord
Or a great vocal line
Watch the crowd respond
But you didn’t catch anything
Cept something deep in our soul
Sport teaches life lessons
But Music is supreme
Sport is disciplined
Music is another level
Two things in life that I represent
Ball and some strings
When you ball and try to write...
#guitars
#music
#SelfDiscovery #sports
#SelfDiscovery #sports
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oldmanG
Poem Published
15th Oct 2024 6:32am
15th Oct 2024 6:32am
6 Minutes( to get you to pay for my sins)
6 minutes to get you to pay for my sins
Just gave you six minutes of my soul
Hold your cell phone out scream that is not enough
How do I appease while keeping sanity
Drumbeat social demeaning
Follows me when I’m not looking
I nail myself to my sins
I show you so you can say that’s not me
Millions aren’t enough to sell my soul
But I play along just to cash in
Just sold my soul I’m the mirror I look at me
You pay for my sins I give you release in me
In the details...
Just gave you six minutes of my soul
Hold your cell phone out scream that is not enough
How do I appease while keeping sanity
Drumbeat social demeaning
Follows me when I’m not looking
I nail myself to my sins
I show you so you can say that’s not me
Millions aren’t enough to sell my soul
But I play along just to cash in
Just sold my soul I’m the mirror I look at me
You pay for my sins I give you release in me
In the details...
#emotions
#greed
#guitars #music
#guitars #music
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cabcool
Poem Published
29th Sep 2024 4:52am
29th Sep 2024 4:52am
mr guitar man
Notes and chords have become my second language and,
more often than not, that vocabulary expresses what I feel
when language fails me.”—Larry Burkett
his strings have more to say
than his pursed lips ever did
i sit and watch him play,
for the talent that he hid:
superiorer in silence than in sound.
his fingers are his tongue,
and his strings the orator,
whose words are fiercely strung
like a guileless praedator, ...
more often than not, that vocabulary expresses what I feel
when language fails me.”—Larry Burkett
his strings have more to say
than his pursed lips ever did
i sit and watch him play,
for the talent that he hid:
superiorer in silence than in sound.
his fingers are his tongue,
and his strings the orator,
whose words are fiercely strung
like a guileless praedator, ...
#emotional
#emotions
#guitars
#music
#strength
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PiecesofEmotions
P.o.E
P.o.E
Poem Published
8th Aug 2024 11:04pm
8th Aug 2024 11:04pm
This old guitar
He said he had it Back when
he was just a little kid.
Way back in 56
This old guitar..
Yeah I was given to
by the toughest man
I almost never knew
Cuz he put up with the struggles
and alone raised up his rebel son
Ya my dear ol onery dad
was the only kid
grandpa had
Oh this ol guitar
it just does
some-thing To me
cracks me open
like an ice cold
Bud light
N I starting pouring out
all the things on tap ,
that I feel inside
It...
he was just a little kid.
Way back in 56
This old guitar..
Yeah I was given to
by the toughest man
I almost never knew
Cuz he put up with the struggles
and alone raised up his rebel son
Ya my dear ol onery dad
was the only kid
grandpa had
Oh this ol guitar
it just does
some-thing To me
cracks me open
like an ice cold
Bud light
N I starting pouring out
all the things on tap ,
that I feel inside
It...
#family
#guitars
#learning #LifeChangingMoment
#learning #LifeChangingMoment
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Duende
Poem Published
19th Apr 2024 3:00pm
19th Apr 2024 3:00pm
My Lifeline
there were days
when i felt utterly
lost & in despair
i was suicidal
it's music and
mostly placebo
& archive that
kept me alive
it's my saviour
the air i exhale
i speak in music
& dream in music
it's a soft breeze
a beacon in the
darkest of nights
a kind embrace
my only lifeline
and safe space
without my music
i would most likely
have ended this life
when i felt utterly
lost & in despair
i was suicidal
it's music and
mostly placebo
& archive that
kept me alive
it's my saviour
the air i exhale
i speak in music
& dream in music
it's a soft breeze
a beacon in the
darkest of nights
a kind embrace
my only lifeline
and safe space
without my music
i would most likely
have ended this life
#guitars
#music
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adagio
Poem Published
19th Nov 2023 2:41pm
19th Nov 2023 2:41pm
Cranking The Blues In Racine
Cranking out the blues in Racine
inferno's axing my Gitfiddle beams.
Of dark's dilation strangling strings
coated with morphine's cosmoline.
Blinking twilight upon a dream
when the boogyman screams.
Cranking out the blues in Racine
inferno's axing my Gitfiddle beams.
inferno's axing my Gitfiddle beams.
Of dark's dilation strangling strings
coated with morphine's cosmoline.
Blinking twilight upon a dream
when the boogyman screams.
Cranking out the blues in Racine
inferno's axing my Gitfiddle beams.
#dark
#music
#passion #guitars
#passion #guitars
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Syd
False Sense
False Sense
Poem Published
14th Sep 2023 6:01pm
14th Sep 2023 6:01pm
I Air Guitared A Baby (It's not as bad as it sounds)
#music
#passion
#DeepUndergroundPoetry #guitars
#DeepUndergroundPoetry #guitars
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MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
29th Nov 2022 7:29am
29th Nov 2022 7:29am
Mind Meld
A young Lieutenant Commander Spock
Was emulating his Star Fleet cats
Because he liked the way they would talk
Regarding the Zen of Minnesota Fats
Guiding his balls into awaiting holes
Without tricorder readings used at all
Or all the fussy logic rigamaroles
Of a billiard math intellection squall,
Which tempted him to use Jedi force
But Vulcan ethics would not let him cheat
Or take advantage during intercourse
When Vulcan ladies were not in their heat...
Which I hear is just every seven years
And not enough...
Was emulating his Star Fleet cats
Because he liked the way they would talk
Regarding the Zen of Minnesota Fats
Guiding his balls into awaiting holes
Without tricorder readings used at all
Or all the fussy logic rigamaroles
Of a billiard math intellection squall,
Which tempted him to use Jedi force
But Vulcan ethics would not let him cheat
Or take advantage during intercourse
When Vulcan ladies were not in their heat...
Which I hear is just every seven years
And not enough...
#sex
#music
#meditation #guitars
#meditation #guitars
335 reads
3 Comments
SatansSperm
Poem Published
13th Jul 2022 2:36pm
13th Jul 2022 2:36pm
What are these strings for anyway
we used to fumble around
like two teenagers in the dark
now it's full on BDSM
and she is my bitch
like two teenagers in the dark
now it's full on BDSM
and she is my bitch
#guitars
#ThrillSeeking
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oskar
Poem Published
8th Jan 2022 11:18am
8th Jan 2022 11:18am
unwritten page
Unwritten page
A blank page on the word processor I ought to leave it this way
just look at it and dream what I could have written.
If I delete the words written, it will be a blank page again.
No history on a crumpled-up sheet of paper in a wastebasket.
For now, it is too late, but I might erase the page written
if I so choose.
All poems are if written with passion, great poems
if not by the readers but by the poet, who boarded the wrong bus
as my wife did in Johannesburg many years ago
great was her consternation when stopping an...
A blank page on the word processor I ought to leave it this way
just look at it and dream what I could have written.
If I delete the words written, it will be a blank page again.
No history on a crumpled-up sheet of paper in a wastebasket.
For now, it is too late, but I might erase the page written
if I so choose.
All poems are if written with passion, great poems
if not by the readers but by the poet, who boarded the wrong bus
as my wife did in Johannesburg many years ago
great was her consternation when stopping an...
#music
#meditation
#passion
#reading
#guitars
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