Acoustic Poems - Poems about Acoustic

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I’ll give you mouth to mouth, whether you ask for it or not; I have a golden voice and a very potent toxin; Oh little amused muse, I didn’t want you to get so close; Stop letting your eyes flash; Sit down, control yourself; Urging me to go harder, You came to my darkest lights ; urging me to come...

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Sounds of a squeaky swing. Cat paws ballet dancing on a wooden fence. Lawn mowers, singing, happy through tall grass. Songs of my neighbor, as she cooks breakfast. A darling dog barks, not wearing a mask. Woodpecker's back... Knocking on tree doors. People outdoors without masks chat. The pond in back bubbles, beautifully. The winds on the huge pinwheel sing "Spring is here", in colored,...

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Acoustic visions that I had rejected Brightening hearts with dreams perfected Whispering faith through my soul With lavender wishes that would console Painting affection across my thoughts Leaving my feelings tied up in knots Caressing my smile so that it is amplified Gracing eternal hopes that would abide Guitar images glide through my mind Enriching my life with joy and love combined Music so wise...

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A beauty, she stands by the fireplace. An hourglass shape encased in cedar and mahogany Spanish taste and I love her dearly. Three decades of teary play on strings that sting the skin and burn yet still, I yearn for the taste of melodious bass and treble chase. Golden her face. Her tone consoling, my soul performing her inner grace, laid bare for...

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Sounds of an acoustic guitar.. Sounds are literally out of this world.. Strings of a guitar.. Deep and joyful.. Penetrates the soul A soulful magical experience of pure delight Transendence occurs.. Attributed from vibrations.. Our ears devour the opulent sounds of a guitar.. Speaks to us.. Shoots right to our hearts.. captivated by the music.. Sounds.. Dance.. As we sway to the beat of the guitar strings.. Whisks us away.. To...

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Acoustic Guitar My fingers dance on the slender body I am harmoniously in love with it It's always there to resonate my heart I get drowned in its soft chords Away from the world, in the parterre We both go string labelling With pronounced active pickups It's semitones enter the fathoms of my soul Contest-Music to my soul. Spoñsor-Laura Loo. ...

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When I play the crafted wood with six strings My heart leaps and my soul sings When I play the mighty, dulcet tones I have all the world's majesty out on loan Where some hear structure, timbre, or rhythm I see shape, form, and an algorithm When I'm afforded the daily pleasure of spelunking the depths and playing a measure I'm...

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Rip mayhem- Shrieking birds, waves of soft Pink chattering, disorienting love Sweet clinging rain-soaked bodies Intertwined in deep earth chords Vibrating my soul, cleansing my brain Thank you, Thembi! Your message pure, like hidden springs I Visit in Northern Minnesota Forests- Unspoiled Everlasting.... Tribute to Pharoah Sanders February 2010...

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Duets? Oh no, those are no longer my style. I tried them with you for a good long while. But your voice always overpowered mine. Did you think you sounded that Divine? Let me set you straight, and it's a fact, not sure I can without anger, just tact. So I'll spit it out to you so you can see, my life...

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Acoustic shadows, cast by sound Whispers in darkness that caper around Noisy…while silent, Distant…hesitant Wraiths wrapped in velvet Black shadows abound ...

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Staccato tantrum, Mother Nature’s jackhammer, doing overtime. The notes are missing their staff; floating aimlessly upon the wood. There’s nothing quite so musical, as the woodpecker. ...

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By waters edge sat John Muir His wish for us all, preserve what's pure He twisted and wiggled, his butt did a dance It occurred to him, he had ants in his pants! 12/28/14 © All Rights Reserved...

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two blooming flowers vibrant rhythms of their touch ...

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P rose unfolds revealing the deepest inner desires O nly a few words transcend into a multitude of meaning. E ven after he explains something is lost in translation, T he simplest things made beautiful by the words, they R eminding us we’re not alone, increase Y earning to become one with the experience...

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