Poems About Guitars Seeking Honest Critique
#guitars
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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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
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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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cabcool
Poem Published
24th Aug 2020 9:56pm
24th Aug 2020 9:56pm
plectrum song
I love you as a guitar loves those playful nimble hands. Without your touch, the
strings of my heart can’t play the amazing songs of my life.” ―Debasish Mridha
pluck my strings again
let my heart rejoice for you
every fibre bent
to the sequence of your strum.
let your pizzicato thumb
help me circumvent
strains my spirit would subdue
or my mien constrain.
ancient lullabies
pungent airs for stringent days
sombre night-time modes
paint their thrills along my spine....
strings of my heart can’t play the amazing songs of my life.” ―Debasish Mridha
pluck my strings again
let my heart rejoice for you
every fibre bent
to the sequence of your strum.
let your pizzicato thumb
help me circumvent
strains my spirit would subdue
or my mien constrain.
ancient lullabies
pungent airs for stringent days
sombre night-time modes
paint their thrills along my spine....
#inspirational
#music
#lyrics
#dance
#guitars
625 reads
2 Comments
PittinixDesigns
Poem Published
19th Jun 2020 7:12pm
19th Jun 2020 7:12pm
The Fountain And The Border
Dedicated to Muslim women
By the fountain east of the Turkish border,
My Muslim lover waits for me
I shall be at her side before nightfall
And I shall gently brush her face
Something goes wrong with our rendezvous
The rebels abduct me unexpectedly
Somehow they think I am an informer
Here in this dark and damp cave I pray
I recall the nights I spent with my darling
We had good times at the fountain
How I miss the moonlight and my guitar
The rebels are holding me in...
By the fountain east of the Turkish border,
My Muslim lover waits for me
I shall be at her side before nightfall
And I shall gently brush her face
Something goes wrong with our rendezvous
The rebels abduct me unexpectedly
Somehow they think I am an informer
Here in this dark and damp cave I pray
I recall the nights I spent with my darling
We had good times at the fountain
How I miss the moonlight and my guitar
The rebels are holding me in...
#love
#water
#snow
#guitars
#hope
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souladareatease
Poem Published
24th May 2020 3:28pm
24th May 2020 3:28pm
True Blue Jackets
Winds
we rode
upon
spoke of
time
once own
wear we
the many
threads
true blue
jackets
back patches
signs
of us
posted
walking tall
variant
supposed populace
once
was as
one
under
metal design
we rode
upon
spoke of
time
once own
wear we
the many
threads
true blue
jackets
back patches
signs
of us
posted
walking tall
variant
supposed populace
once
was as
one
under
metal design
#music
#freedom
#passion #guitars
#passion #guitars
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cabcool
Poem Published
6th May 2020 8:41pm
6th May 2020 8:41pm
cello-guitar phantasy
♪
no
strings
attached
except where
melodies cross bridges
to dance with plagal cadences.
♪
taut
bow and
plectrum arrow
in con-chordant bliss
the fretting of one recurrent
etude the unfettering of the other.
♪
nuance
and truance
find true compliance
in the dexterous commingling
of mano sinistral blood with the pain
of innovative subterranean orchestral libretti.
♪
ostinato
dreams headache
the ambient...
no
strings
attached
except where
melodies cross bridges
to dance with plagal cadences.
♪
taut
bow and
plectrum arrow
in con-chordant bliss
the fretting of one recurrent
etude the unfettering of the other.
♪
nuance
and truance
find true compliance
in the dexterous commingling
of mano sinistral blood with the pain
of innovative subterranean orchestral libretti.
♪
ostinato
dreams headache
the ambient...
#dreams
#inspirational
#music
#culture
#guitars
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JeanieShyrle83
Poem Published
2nd Apr 2020 11:13am
2nd Apr 2020 11:13am
Treble Smoke
Pure dope. Liquid domain.
Lyrical high slippin into your vein
A melody of souls. A Chorus of pain
The sounds of our Silence chirping away
Wishes that unravel a tongue tied in Knots
Speaking beauty and strength into long suffered thoughts
Travel one single note. A vessel unseen
Your world in a thimble. Humility redeemed
Guilty pleasures lit. Treble Smoke in my lungs
The strings of a guitar and a Voiceless strum
Addicted and alone to fall into the beat,
Kick the world out, Purge your demons and breathe
Lyrical high slippin into your vein
A melody of souls. A Chorus of pain
The sounds of our Silence chirping away
Wishes that unravel a tongue tied in Knots
Speaking beauty and strength into long suffered thoughts
Travel one single note. A vessel unseen
Your world in a thimble. Humility redeemed
Guilty pleasures lit. Treble Smoke in my lungs
The strings of a guitar and a Voiceless strum
Addicted and alone to fall into the beat,
Kick the world out, Purge your demons and breathe
#music
#escape
#guitars
682 reads
10 Comments
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