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Famous Short Guitar Poems

Famous Short Guitar Poems. Short Guitar Poetry by Famous Poets. A collection of the all-time best Guitar short poems


Echo  Create an image from this poem
by Thomas Moore
 How sweet the answer Echo makes 
To music at night, 
When, roused by lute or horn, she wakes, 
And far away, o'er lawns and lakes, 
Goes answering light.
Yet Love hath echoes truer far, And far more sweet, Than e'er beneath the moonlight's star, Of horn or lute, or soft guitar, The songs repeat.
'Tis when the sigh, in youth sincere, And only then -- The sigh that's breathed for one to hear, Is by that one, that only dear, Breathed back again!



Answer  Create an image from this poem
by Peter Huchel
 Between two nights
the brief day.
The farm is there.
And in the thicket, a snare the hunter set for us.
Noon’s desert.
It still warms the stone.
Chirping in the wind, buzz of a guitar down the hillside.
The slow match of withered foliage glows against the wall.
Salt-white air.
Fall’s arrowheads, the crane’s migration.
In bright tree limbs the tolling hour has faded.
Upon their clockwork spiders lay the veils of dead brides.

by Ted Hughes
 In the beginning was Scream
Who begat Blood
Who begat Eye
Who begat Fear
Who begat Wing
Who begat Bone
Who begat Granite
Who begat Violet
Who begat Guitar
Who begat Sweat
Who begat Adam
Who begat Mary
Who begat God
Who begat Nothing
Who begat Never
Never Never Never

Who begat Crow

Screaming for Blood
Grubs, crusts

Anything

Trembling featherless elbows in the nest's filth

by Emily Dickinson
 Touch lightly Nature's sweet Guitar
Unless thou know'st the Tune
Or every Bird will point at thee
Because a Bard too soon --

by Hugo Williams
 Whether it was putting in an extra beat, 
or leaving one out, I couldn't tell.
My heart seemed to have forgotten everything it ever knew about timing and co-ordination in its efforts to get through to someone on the other side of a wall.
As I lay in bed, I could hear it hammering away inside my pillow, being answered now and then by a distant guitar-note of bedsprings, pausing for a moment, as if listening, Then hurrying on as before.




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