Poems About Guitars Published by Members Recently Online
#guitars
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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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
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
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
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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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
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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
471 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
471 reads
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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
357 reads
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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
357 reads
0 Comments
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