Poems About Guitars Seeking Honest Critique
#guitars
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
74 reads
5 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
279 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
402 reads
0 Comments
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
597 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
348 reads
0 Comments
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
733 reads
17 Comments
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
373 reads
4 Comments
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
650 reads
10 Comments
PittinixDesigns
Poem Published
13th Feb 2020 11:58pm
13th Feb 2020 11:58pm
For You I Was Living
That faithful day I fell in love with you,
I held a Spanish guitar in my hand.
And the words of a love song ran through my mind.
You cuddled me like a doll.
I kissed you goodnight.
And I felt your heartbeat as you floated away in my arms.
For you I was living.
Yes, I was living only for loving you.
My heart and body were yours when I loved you.
I remember the words you spoke to me.
There was a spark deep in your eyes;
I could see all the love that you had for me.
Darling, we were so close.
So how did we part?
One day...
I held a Spanish guitar in my hand.
And the words of a love song ran through my mind.
You cuddled me like a doll.
I kissed you goodnight.
And I felt your heartbeat as you floated away in my arms.
For you I was living.
Yes, I was living only for loving you.
My heart and body were yours when I loved you.
I remember the words you spoke to me.
There was a spark deep in your eyes;
I could see all the love that you had for me.
Darling, we were so close.
So how did we part?
One day...
#love
#FallingInLove
#guitars
#ILoveYou
#lyrics
419 reads
2 Comments
Angeliki
Poem Published
18th Dec 2019 10:15am
18th Dec 2019 10:15am
Mr Hudson, Saul, "Slash"
Try understanding
Say it was a guitar the sinuous
Affair you are composing
How much time will the executive
Give as life
Your black guitar will have infinity
I as executive pray I buy it for you
I'd love to see you prancing together as one
And navigating diverted stars
While you strum the strings
As it is to a heart with strings connected to a time warp
And your rolling stone can
Speak the words the guitar sighs to you
Love her redeemer surge for you
Like a Robot she exercised this example of what love can be
The...
Say it was a guitar the sinuous
Affair you are composing
How much time will the executive
Give as life
Your black guitar will have infinity
I as executive pray I buy it for you
I'd love to see you prancing together as one
And navigating diverted stars
While you strum the strings
As it is to a heart with strings connected to a time warp
And your rolling stone can
Speak the words the guitar sighs to you
Love her redeemer surge for you
Like a Robot she exercised this example of what love can be
The...
#music
#guitars
321 reads
0 Comments
MusicallyMrM
Poem Published
23rd Nov 2013 8:21pm
23rd Nov 2013 8:21pm
This Old Guitar.........
....sienna brown
singing like an angel
shaped like a classic
simply beautiful......
....I wish that it were me
maybe then
you would want to
hold me
play me
strum my strings
Turn melodies
into symphonies
Let your creative freedom
ring.......
If I were this guitar,
I'd be your beast of burden
You would make love to my body
everyday.......
…..no way you could stay away
always “ready to play”
Touching me,
hands around my waist
emotions so...
singing like an angel
shaped like a classic
simply beautiful......
....I wish that it were me
maybe then
you would want to
hold me
play me
strum my strings
Turn melodies
into symphonies
Let your creative freedom
ring.......
If I were this guitar,
I'd be your beast of burden
You would make love to my body
everyday.......
…..no way you could stay away
always “ready to play”
Touching me,
hands around my waist
emotions so...
#beauty
#guitars
944 reads
9 Comments
Firebyrd
Poem Published
8th Jun 2012 2:28am
8th Jun 2012 2:28am
Air Guitar
When I walked into my corner store today
to get my customary usuals...
I was mentally stuck between a black mood
or a certain shade of grey...you know
that kind of grey that settles in with the fog
after a long night of rain kinda grey
While pondering my next item to purchase
A homeless man...the same man I always see
perched in the corner of the store,by the
freezie machine like some kind of crazed
Cockatoo ...was playing the air guitar
While Freebird was playing on the store speakers
Now, I must say I never would have...
to get my customary usuals...
I was mentally stuck between a black mood
or a certain shade of grey...you know
that kind of grey that settles in with the fog
after a long night of rain kinda grey
While pondering my next item to purchase
A homeless man...the same man I always see
perched in the corner of the store,by the
freezie machine like some kind of crazed
Cockatoo ...was playing the air guitar
While Freebird was playing on the store speakers
Now, I must say I never would have...
#guitars
#inspirational
857 reads
5 Comments
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