Best Instrument Poems

What happens to this poetry embroidered within the walls of my heart, 
When the joy of my words are shattered underneath your feet, 
Can the torture of your empty moon paint a slithering promise, 
Far across into my deep colorless dreamscape of dahlias, 
Your dry...

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Lord, make me an instrument of Your peace,
That I too may have it,
For how else can I share Your peace,
Unless I first may have it.

Give me Your light and let it shine,
Through My every word and deed;
For how else can I light the dark,
Unless You...

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Play me in the morning before I've time to dress.
Play me softly. I will be your lute.
Hold me to your lips. . . and lightly press.

Should you see me in the afternoon,
pick me up, and I will be your harp.
Caress my strings and hear my...

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I envy the precision
of the engineer,
the grounded exactitude
of a trade, to be able 
to hold phenomenon within 
the spell of an equation,
have the power to make
something from a sum.

I make things from shadows,
the pulled threads
of a mirage and echoes
bubbling up from the bottom
chambers of a...

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String my wires, tune me up.
Feel my curve under your arm.
I can play any way you want.
But you have to want it bad enough to let go, to let it flow,
through you, through me,
to that place where words run dry,
and the music, the resonance of...

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"My First Instrument"
Bassoon baby so special to me
The first thing I really took care of 
Instrumental to my growth
I cleaned it every day 

Woodwind wonder
Of stained sycamore maple 
A glossy fine finish
For someone just beginning

Sleeping with my jazz filled fantasies
I was a double reed romantic...

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The first time I heard this I was in disbelief.
As he readied to play he rosined a long bow.
And he played with a flair of beauty and motif, 
“On a hill far away” the notes softly and slow.

Without breaking his stride “In the garden”, he...

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Lives, pears, pair-ed, peered, Structured.
Leaves, fashions, untouched.
Hearts rests on-ed silvered platters.
Fingers noticed ,less, much-ed.
Then-ed
Throats and tongues!
Captures cleft-ed flowers!
String---ed audiences reasoned.
When"s
Somethings undoubted-ly"ed Borrowed!!...

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I wanted to be 
an electric guitar,
to vibrantly run my screams in
melodically riffs and solos...
Turning my pains into art...
But I'm just that... lone cello
how bitter and silent
dies of thirst in a corner
without performing any blues.... !...

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Man: God's instrument

Double nature - body, soul

Seeking Harmony!








(c) Demetrios Trifiatis
         30 May 2016

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A web of affection and all life’s beautiful sorrows
An assortment of moments that make up all tomorrows

Laying broken on the floor
Wounded through the core of victory
My heart is electrified but broken.
As flaming thoughts flash through my head
The substance of my action
Subdued a fraction of his...

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The pressure drops and the clouds spin round
The angels make their music
The sunshine stops, rain hits the ground
Tesla knew they'd do it

The skies bring more than a downpour
Our emotions begin to alter
The grey mass blots out the light
And bring terror if you've faltered

Forbidden beliefs are...

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Your simplest gestures
Tune me like an instrument
Only you can hear
As your voice plucks my heart's strings,
Resonating your feelings...

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Fingertips 
fall—
not like 
stones,
but like rain,
plucked silver
threading the air.
Each string
holds a hush,
a breath not yet
forgotten.

The musician builds—
not a score,
but the curve
of a heron’s wing
skimming dusk
softly vanishing
in a single glissando.


The guzheng does not speak.
It spills:
vibrato,
a tide rising
then breaking
against memory.

Sound leans back—
not toward silence
——but toward a
distant shore
we...

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My guitar sings, swings, dances
Those strings do-see-do; circle
Left, right, then form a big square
Tensions are released....

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