Best Guitars Poems

I hear guitars a’ calling in the gloaming’s final fling
when sinking suns subdue their flames and fairies take to wing
as day departs, a yawning ash, beneath a dusky haze
igniting one by one the jewels of midnight’s diamond blaze.

I hear guitars a’ calling in the clouds...

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Guitar, Bass Guitar,
Sharing one vertical stand.
I think they're mating....

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Guitars are sexy;
Like a woman's waist, curvy,
Held intimately....

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Whilst Bruno Mars ascends new stars
Elvis Presley haunts old boudoirs
Second to none
They both have fun
Just strumming their gutsy guitars....

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When men of fame do meet discord,
They find a way to prove their point.
Then it is, they think of the art,
And call to play artists of doom.
The artists too, who know their art,
Would play the strings from their guitars,
Releasing pleasant   sounds  ...

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He strums guitars over my head
While my cheeks are flushed pink
Like the sheets on my bed
Stolen glances will never come back
The pulse of my body
Screams loudly, “Heart attack!”
Oh, how the pillow hits my skull
Not the other way around
Pain from his voice is dull
No stars, solely...

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They’ve all gone those singer songwriters of yesterday 
or are in the process of leaving 
But their songs remain in our hearts and psyches
their words forever embedded in our souls

They came like a breath of fresh air churning our souls
dressed in dirty blue jeans, muddy...

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Tap and tabs overflowing
escaping from everyday life
you come home undergoing
a feeling of safety from the night life
you feel lost in the hustle
wishing you never left her at home
for one moment of bustle
with freedom you need not to comb
so one day you wake up
and realize what's...

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Whence didst craft stopped the Winds of War,
and bring forth peace, forevermore.
Exact it is a slumber hence,
awaken sorts some recompense,
weary minds do not ask for more.

Sub base, Washington, in Bangor,
breaths a sigh scares I, what they store.
A misty boy loss -- skilless, thence.
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Follow guitar's lead daddy said.
in a calm, omnipotent way.
a jazz guitarist, he was revered.
His death was a shock.
She followed the lead of his guitar
through grief....

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Guitars in the Night


There is a place I have not been,
I go there each night in all of my dreams.
The fictional world of fantasy.
I think it’s a result of a life that has been lived
And a worldwide vision called the T.V.


I woke up this morning...

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Warrior
Musical, analytical, religious, artistic.
Son of soldiers.
Lover of Nelly, ragtime pianos, and rhythm guitars.
Who reels angst, inspiration, and regrets.
Who fears retirement, isolation, and mediocrity.
Who would like to see Scandinavia, wealth, and grandchildren.
Resident of the Monterey Peninsula.
Poet...

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From my front porch I hear, the music of evening guitars,
Flowing softly on breezes, under the magic of pearl stars,
Busy goldfinches flit singing, and I can glimpse red Mars,
Mellow music of summer, and moonlight's rapture is ours.

Nature draws upon its beauty, from deepest of reservoirs,
Adding...

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Saturday nights at Barney’s
Rowdy Cowboy Honky-Tonk,
Our band sang soulful love songs
That cried while our guitars wailed.
We oozed moods for fresh lovers,
And throbbing hearts on the mend,
Through those timeless tuneful nights
While Gus wiped his rosewood bar.

After crowds slunk off with night
We sang our most heart-felt songs
To...

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Motivated by jealousy
she spitful undermined
my intentions
far to much to
mention: intruding
on my happiness
making it harder for
me to be
the person I wanted to be
as stoic as it seems
I'm lacking happiness
lacking valor rantings
it's more like constant chantings
in a relationship
I'm pushed to the side
interferance with my advances
in awe taking...

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