Poems about Guitars
#guitars
Poems about guitars, here you'll find poems about playing guitars and appreciating guitar music.
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
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nightbirdblue
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
534 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
505 reads
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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
286 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
327 reads
3 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
643 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
794 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
412 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
705 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
466 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
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