Poems About Guitars Published by Members Recently Online
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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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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
602 reads
2 Comments
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
602 reads
2 Comments
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
602 reads
2 Comments
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
602 reads
2 Comments
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
602 reads
2 Comments
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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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
423 reads
0 Comments
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
423 reads
0 Comments
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
423 reads
0 Comments
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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My Lifeline
there were days
when i felt utterly
lost & in despair
i was suicidal
it's music and
mostly placebo
& archive that
kept me alive
it's my saviour
the air i exhale
i speak in music
& dream in music
it's a soft breeze
a beacon in the
darkest of nights
a kind embrace
my only lifeline
and safe space
without my music
i would most likely
have ended this life
when i felt utterly
lost & in despair
i was suicidal
it's music and
mostly placebo
& archive that
kept me alive
it's my saviour
the air i exhale
i speak in music
& dream in music
it's a soft breeze
a beacon in the
darkest of nights
a kind embrace
my only lifeline
and safe space
without my music
i would most likely
have ended this life
#guitars
#music
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DU Poetry : Poems About Guitars Published by Members Recently Online