Poems about Guitars
#guitars
Poems about guitars, here you'll find poems about playing guitars and appreciating guitar music.
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
93 reads
19 Comments
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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Cen
Rakhi Rudra
Rakhi Rudra
Poem Published
7th Oct 2023 7:23am
7th Oct 2023 7:23am
The green woods.
Thee green woods
Are silent on a grale
Like the pinnacle
Of days of green twig
And Dracula bren
Is my plum tree
Of prest and the
Riverier calling a
Frown of clown
And the time side rolls
Of days spent alone here
Window grale of office tales
From the rain water swished
Aside from aisles and
The green tree frog lurks
Like a love pale moon
Yellow and green leaf
Deep like a sipder in the winter
Mostly Sunny and mist
Like the Luke pinnacle.
Dracy and start the...
Are silent on a grale
Like the pinnacle
Of days of green twig
And Dracula bren
Is my plum tree
Of prest and the
Riverier calling a
Frown of clown
And the time side rolls
Of days spent alone here
Window grale of office tales
From the rain water swished
Aside from aisles and
The green tree frog lurks
Like a love pale moon
Yellow and green leaf
Deep like a sipder in the winter
Mostly Sunny and mist
Like the Luke pinnacle.
Dracy and start the...
#music
#travel
#guitars
#job
#ThrillSeeking
109 reads
1 Comment
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
92 reads
0 Comments
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
239 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
343 reads
0 Comments
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
398 reads
0 Comments
Pishashee
Poem Published
2nd Dec 2021 3:07am
2nd Dec 2021 3:07am
On still being alive
I live, and for now,
maybe
that's just enough.
maybe
that's just enough.
#dance
#responsibility
#passion
#reading
#guitars
269 reads
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nightbirdblue
enbyblue
enbyblue
Poem Published
9th Jul 2021 2:56pm
9th Jul 2021 2:56pm
Soo Sadd
I’m so sad
Soo depres'd
I’m so sad
So fkn depres'd
I’m so
I’m so
I’m so
I’m so
I’m so
I’m so
I’m so
I’m so
I’m so
I’m so
I’m so
Soo fkn depressed
I’m so depres'd, so sad
So fkn depressed, so sad
I’m so depressed, soo sad
So fkn depres'd, so sad
I’m so fkn depressed
Soo so very sadd
Soo depres'd
I’m so sad
So fkn depres'd
I’m so
I’m so
I’m so
I’m so
I’m so
I’m so
I’m so
I’m so
I’m so
I’m so
I’m so
Soo fkn depressed
I’m so depres'd, so sad
So fkn depressed, so sad
I’m so depressed, soo sad
So fkn depres'd, so sad
I’m so fkn depressed
Soo so very sadd
#sadness
#depression
#satirical
#MentalHealth
#guitars
470 reads
10 Comments
oskar
Poem Published
1st Jun 2021 9:53am
1st Jun 2021 9:53am
forever lovely
Forever lovey
The mannequin in the dark corner
of the shop shows bathing suits a la 1948.
She is beautiful in her own eyes
and made of Jade.
Dust on lips who cares?
Not a sultry type shows little interest in flirtation.
When the shop closes and she is alone
She secretly smiles and is forever 1948.
The mannequin in the dark corner
of the shop shows bathing suits a la 1948.
She is beautiful in her own eyes
and made of Jade.
Dust on lips who cares?
Not a sultry type shows little interest in flirtation.
When the shop closes and she is alone
She secretly smiles and is forever 1948.
#BDSM
#cars
#art
#dance
#guitars
443 reads
1 Comment
Klaus_Wollner
Poem Published
18th Feb 2021 5:36pm
18th Feb 2021 5:36pm
Pinnacle of Play
When I was younger
I watched with my father
a Virtuoso of the violent violins
a sound so profound,
Cardinal musicians began to fear
Oh how dining in the highest society of sins
Would excite me
Grant me this gloomy atmosphere God almighty
Even if
For a soul amongst Satan
for enduring masses of beauty
with classical fantastic masterpieces
Oh sweet salvation I've been waiting
what a fair price for stardom
I use to beg for as a child
Now I find it's been all but forgotten
blues, brass, bass and the strings ...
I watched with my father
a Virtuoso of the violent violins
a sound so profound,
Cardinal musicians began to fear
Oh how dining in the highest society of sins
Would excite me
Grant me this gloomy atmosphere God almighty
Even if
For a soul amongst Satan
for enduring masses of beauty
with classical fantastic masterpieces
Oh sweet salvation I've been waiting
what a fair price for stardom
I use to beg for as a child
Now I find it's been all but forgotten
blues, brass, bass and the strings ...
#music
#art
#passion
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
#guitars
245 reads
2 Comments
Klaus_Wollner
Poem Published
16th Feb 2021 9:07pm
16th Feb 2021 9:07pm
Instrumentation
Woven archaic sounds
Resonate beauty
upon a wave of a baton
Simple oak or steel
producing musical visuals
synesthetes must adore
I weep for the deaf
the songs speak exclusively
though the vibrations
must massage their brain
like a skilled masseuse
and rummage thoughts of ease
Resonate beauty
upon a wave of a baton
Simple oak or steel
producing musical visuals
synesthetes must adore
I weep for the deaf
the songs speak exclusively
though the vibrations
must massage their brain
like a skilled masseuse
and rummage thoughts of ease
#music
#meditation
#passion
#guitars
#emotions
291 reads
3 Comments
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