Best Guitar Poems
Verse 1
I would love to be your comfort
A blanket when you're confused
A bright song on every dark day
Warmth and hope you cannot lose
To be the canopy to cover you
When life’s storms come your way
I can be the one you’ve longed for
'Cause I hear the words you don't say
Pre-Chorus
Let the past slip through your fingers
Those old ghosts fade from sight
Take my hand and feel the difference
You're walking into light
Chorus
When our worlds collide, love paints the sky with quiet fire
With colors only born from deep desire
You're safe in my arms, girl, don’t be shy
This is what it means when the night reshapes its light
And your heart finally whispers, “You’re mine”
Verse 2
Your eyes could light the skies tonight
That coy smile, wow... it melts my heart
My guitar plays you sweet love songs
This is our time when true love starts
Bridge
Drift away, lay your fears down
On this shoulder made for you
In the hush, hear my vow, my truth—
Every dream you dream, I’ll pursue
Chorus
When our worlds collide, love paints the sky with quiet fire
With colors only born from deep desire
You're safe in my arms, girl, don’t be shy
This is what it means when the night reshapes its light
And your heart finally whispers, “You’re mine”
Outro
Being with you, I’m filled with wonder
A kiss goodnight, no need to hide
In the morning, I’ll be your first sight
This is how it feels...
When our worlds collide
[Verse 1]
I grew my farm roots beneath your starry-eyed loam
In soils of silence where dreams slip by, lost and unknown
But you were the willowing wind pulling you far away
Took to the stars as if you never meant to stay.
[Pre-Chorus]
I’m buried deep in the earth’s embrace
But you’ve spread your wings into the endless space
We were worlds apart from the very first start
One foot in the soil, one foot breaking my heart.
[Verse 2]
I watched you chase the meteor storm in your eyes
Like a red comet lost in the blackened velvet skies
I was the snow-capped mountain forever standing still
And you were the restless west wind chasing every thrill.
[Pre-Chorus]
I’m stone and soil, you’re wind and air
I reach for your touch but you’re never there
I’m anchored to the earth where the wild things doth roam
But you’re out there flying, with no place to call your home.
[Chorus]
You were my earth, I was your sky
I held you close, but you wanted to fly
I buried my soul, you touched the light
We danced in the dusk, but never in the dark of night.
(Repeat Chorus)
(2nd ending)
We’re just earth and sky
Two separate worlds that’ll never collide
Live or die.
[Bridge]
I let go of the stones beneath my hands
Tried to rise like you to understand
But the stars you sought burned much too bright
Leaving me cold and shivering, in shadows of the night.
Maybe I’ll grow or maybe I’ll fall
But we’re two halves of a broken call
Earth and sky, never quite whole
Two songs unsung, forever lost…
two restless souls.
[Chorus]
You were my earth, I was your sky
I held you close, but you wanted to fly
I buried my soul, you touched the light
We danced in the dusk but never in the dark of night.
(Repeat Chorus)
(2nd ending)
We’re just earth and sky
Two separate worlds that’ll never collide
Live or die.
[Outro]
You’ll be the stars, I’ll be the ground
We’ll spin through the night
(1st and 3rd Time)
going round and round
Earth and sky
Earth and sky
(Repeat)
(2nd and 4th Time)
but never be found
Earth and sky
Earth and sky
(Repeat)
“Together, ever and ever alone... in the cold dark of night.”
Ghost Guitar
I think of you and play you, any time of day
You understand my needs, understand what I must say
You’ve always been so close to me, been a cherished friend
You’ve always been there for me, and will be till the end
You know my moods so very well, you know when I am blue
You pluck a tune from out the air and make me play with you
Then we will strum a rock song or a golden oldie tune
Then I know it won’t be long, till I’m lifted out of gloom
Ghost guitar in my hands
I know that people laugh, when they see me tug your strings
But they don’t know the happiness that our duetting brings
You take me off to places where the memory lays sublime
We travel through the years, back and forth in time
And when my baby’s far away and I’m left all alone
It’s you I cradle in my arms and know my songs are blown
By the winds of love, across the earth, the mighty sea
Knowing she will hear them, and hurry home to me
Ghost guitar in my hands
Ghost
guitar
in
my hands
da da da
Wake up every morning,
Knowing it will be the same;
Feel an endless longing,
Inside a rage that can't be tamed.
Haunted in my thinking,
I let my big chance pass;
And with it all believing,
That my song would always last.
Invited to 'The Boot' to hear a band,
Saw a flicker of what I used to be;
A young man lost in his music,
Yesterday that man was me.
I remember making melodies,
The world was in my hands;
But it slipped through my fingers,
I had to grow up and be a man.
Let my hopes just fly away,
All my dreams of entertaining;
Now I'd give any thing to know,
There's still one dream remaining.
Sitting at this restaurant patio,
The guitar's magic in his hands;
His voice is smooth and effortless,
Oh how I wish I was that man.
The joy of being lost in the music,
Alive, young at heart, and free;
The tapping feet and smiling faces,
To see how good your song can be.
Let inhibition just fly away,
He lives the dream of entertaining;
Looks out at the admiring crowd,
Says I got one demo remaining.
Play your songs for all their worth,
Never let them go;
The world is your audience,
Give them your best show.
Don't let your chance pass you by,
You can't stop believing;
Life is in the music,
And love is in the feeling.
Let inhibition just fly away,
I took the one demo remaining;
My soul moved by the music,
Tonight my dream reclaiming!
~Lyric Man
Note: When I was a young musician I had an old guy in the crowd who was really into our set. On a break, he told me that he was just like me years earlier. But he listened to voices telling him he had to grow up and let his dream go. This song is through his eyes. Never let anyone take your dreams. They are real. And they are the secret to really living!!
I wake—
each dawn
a slender promise
shoulders gilded,
by hesitant sun.
The world, wide as longing
real as the air I breathe—
crests of mountains waiting
horizons keeping their counsel.
My heart, uncertain…. ventures
like a melodic wind carried on—
searching for a sign
where wonder grows wild within.
Between the strums of my old guitar
and laughter in morning dew
I surrender:
each note of yesteryear
kindles today’s quiet lesson
A single osprey rises—
a brushstroke across blue morning
its wings folding around me.
The summit is not a distant peak—
but something brightening inside
Love lays a quiet hand
on places still becoming
healing as patient
as a meadow’s slow green showing
Each blade a testimony
to what endures.
From deep inside me,
between the first prayer
and the stillness after waking,
I find myself turning—
in the rhythm of becoming
the quiet rhyme
of being.
So I walk—
with songs for company
promises for courage
letting the day reveal its poem
one grateful step
where hunger and holiness
are the same ground.
My Guitar weeps
And not so gently
It strings together broken tears
It has seen my feeble attempts at love
My Guitar laughs
As I try to serenade
A song that lovers play
It strings together broken romances
My guitar sleeps
For I am not doing to well
In charming your heart
My guitar is bored
My guitar kills me
And steals my girl
They were meant to be it seems
They joined chords and sang
The funeral was brief
The music was good
Guitar music after all
Now they travel onwards
Musical journeys
With not a thought of me
With no guitar
As the ghost of me weeps
With burdens bearing heavy down a road that’s hard and long
My body’s bent and weary so I’m reaching for a song;
My sorrows flicker – fading ..., faint ... - beneath the morning star,
While worried fingers seethe across the strings of my guitar.
Though seagulls fly forever, streaking, striving for the strand,
My troubles ebb, evaporate, with my guitar in hand;
Their turbulency’s writhing neath the notes within the air -
And hunted by the haunting beat, they’re vanquished everywhere.
With melodies erupting, bursting, splashing night with dawn,
The drifting dancing demons die, as time goes swirling on;
Refrains are roaming randomly across the rusty skies,
While cares have vanished, draped in dust of distant lullabies.
Inspiration.........Heaven knows
Slowly comes.....and quickly goes
Restless nights....forever long
In the valley of the song
Illusive notes....for the refrain
Hide like fireflies...when it rains
While the search goes on and on.....
In the valley of the song.....
The answer whispers...from afar...
Another notch on my guitar
'Struggle bows...to glory's dawn
In the valley of the song
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A black Stetson waits in your chair
Dust now follows sunbeams in the air
Life's lessons remain in this place
Death's reach can't erase your face
Smoke rings and laughter linger here
Ghostly melodies drift where they dare
Distant guitar strings echo and cry
Trapped, untouched now...where they lie
A bird's song gets lost in the breeze
Love's magic...fades in dreams
Songs we sang before, haven't changed
Souls however, seem re-arranged
Oh, won't you please join me again
Let your wondrous music begin
This empty guitar and silence...an odd pair
A black Stetson waits in your chair
(c) Donna Jones
A Brian Strand Premiere No 1224 Poetry Contest, Sponsored by: Brian Strand
Written: June 20, 2023
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Zealous
reflections
wrest my heart
humble
pitapatting
Honed
toward my ears
A thrum
glides
alone
Into a
scene
within
finger
tipped
firmed
curved
notes
Seeking each chord
of tempting harmony played
intimately in heartbeats among
the rivulets of a tempo step
Everything is felt in music
This happens as if holding
onto each note of my own life
Feeling harmonic vibrations
in deep resonating moods
of cool evenings on the patio
Crackling embers at a campfire
Voices recite songs held as would
become a tradition of simpler times of
childhood friendships grew together
Held as if we could hold onto moments
of hopes, of loves, of dreams. The stars
seemed to fall only as we looked away
Gained as one humble guitar absorbs
a night sky of improvised melodies
Each harmony found by instinct
by touch, by invisible sight
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It never seems to amaze me
How stupid some people are
Whenever I am out
And take along my guitar.
''Is it a guitar'' people say
''No an ironing board''
I reply with dismay.
''Can you play it?''
''No I just carry it about for fun''
Even though it's a heavy one.
''Are they your dogs''
When out in town
''No'' I reply
''their someone else's
And I'm taking them back to get the ransomed money honey.''
After a while i's an annoyance and not that funny.
Peter Dome.copyright.2015. Oct.
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 a different time..
Touched by nostalgia
Laughter and tears..
A trip to memory lane..
The sound of an acoustic guitar..
happily brings forth a smile upon our lips..
While we are kissed on our cheeks
By pure bliss..
My guitar just called out your name,
I wasn’t even thinking of you.
I went to pick it up, brushed the guitar strings…..
And my guitar just called out your name.
Maybe I’m going insane,
But I even heard your name in the rain,
I've heard it on the wind, and I heard it once again,
When my guitar just called out your name.
I know that I will never get over you,
I still can’t believe that were through.
Memories remain, and I sure felt the pain,
When my guitar just called out your name.
I miss you so much that I could die,
But life goes on so everyday I try
to live my life without you but I’ll never be the same
and my guitar just called out your name.
Yes my guitar just called out your name,
I wasn’t even thinking of you.
I went to pick it up, brushed the guitar strings..........
And my guitar just called out your name........
(Most female names are two syllables so pluck the
Open B string followed by the open G string
for the finish of the song)
I
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I paint pictures with words.
calbambi@gmail.com
Plucking guitar strings
Pruning to make good music
Growing notes of life
A beggar has got bread from a door
The thread of survival
A slice of sky smiling on a pink petal
And for me
In the void, appears a boundless sea
And the bard is impatient
Till the buzz from his word-paint
Versifies the lyrically human moment
Poetry is fomented by arousal and associations
A graceful process of
Deconstruction and reconstruction
Of the dancing shadows
A concentrated illumination
Of your reality
With my lamps of desire and imagination
Wearing a shirt of rustling dry leaves
There stands
A story of weeping wounds
Shards of tears and trauma
In my nostril a human aroma
Shaping out fond filigree of emotion
Warm and cold
Stroke in the folds
And when you look intense
Craving the chocolate words of my pen
Provoking a tomato like glow
In my bone marrow
Instantly arrives the bird
And stirred is the light in the gem
A sure poem
Like the meandering river
In the falling leaves
In the painting brush of the sun and cloud
Silent as well as loud
Sit the metaphors
Waiting merrily to be caressed in a poem
Or else
To what end are they born?
Guitar of golden corn
And when an irresistible leaf
From your trembling window
Falls on my thirsty grass
Alphabets sparkle and spontaneously combine
In valentine
Boats from the river sail in
Into the passionate hemoglobin
Life is always ready
With stupendous recipes
For our poetry
Provided the quick chemistry is there
In profound red and sky blue
Between me and you
A crimson brew
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21/01/2017