Poems About Guitars Published by Members Recently Online
#guitars
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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2 Comments
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
82 reads
2 Comments
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
82 reads
2 Comments
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
82 reads
2 Comments
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
82 reads
2 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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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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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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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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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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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
466 reads
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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
466 reads
0 Comments
DU Poetry : Poems About Guitars Published by Members Recently Online
