Frets Poems - Poems about Frets

...There will simply never ever be enough cigarettes To erase all of my biggest losses and old regrets. No matter how many I smoke, not enough to erase my frets.......Read the rest...

... A wounded sigh, an expression evincing the pain of hurt, A bawl in solitude, turbulence of inner emptiness stirs, When emotions clamor, simmering in angst of regrets, When mute demeanor, of inju......Read the rest...

...When the door's open, like a lady in waiting I tip my hat as she beamingly frets. As I glimpse into the way she brings, the breath of Spring fills my very being. I go to explore what she has in sto......Read the rest...

...In the ‘some’ of a number, a zero gets lost. In the idea of ‘some’, values turn frost. In equating ‘some’ with ‘some’ of the few, A territory is gained and a battle renewed. With ‘some’ of th......Read the rest...

...Love contests in quantities, like numbers, game of chance for romance by the numbers, You and you, pick one or two, left first choose, then right follows through ... awake the number......Read the rest...

...when being a wild editor would constantly fight with a creditor who was a pretty puny predator with mouth open wide lied about what was inside their tongue had been tied (in hell would abide)......Read the rest...

...What is this thing that nags your mind And robs your hopes until you’re blind? It owns you now. It owns you next. It drains your soul until you’re vexed. Your life becomes a money wreck From s......Read the rest...

...Birth. She cries, She stands up, Learns to say “No”. She finds friends at school, Studies, discovers and frets ‘Bout boys, love and the future. She gets a job, works, finds a mate, Ties the k......Read the rest...

...The guitar is a lover's heart, A thing of beauty, a work of art. It sings to us with every chord, And fills our souls with love adored. The strings are like our heart's desires, The frets, our......Read the rest...

... Written: November 07, 2023, For Robert James Liguori Contest __________________________________________ Felicity In the flamboyant form of yesteryear. Where giggles......Read the rest...

...Go back home Hilda said to her farm pets, especially you, Duck. They all stopped and stared. Now you’ve done it said Luck. He was the rooster who was always bossed around by his wife. You’re turni......Read the rest...

...the sea is high and running sails are fighting for the shore skippers in their shrimp boats are hauling in blow wind blow none of us are sailors here we are washed up on this Tiki bar mugs f......Read the rest...

...I How Plato once wished to ban all poets Who seem to ‘sketch skeletons of the real’, Whose ‘pen a beguiling tongue loosely lets’, And yet ‘somnolent truths fail to reveal’. If medieval men o......Read the rest...

...This Old Guitar This old guitar still longs to play his tender tunes of yesterday that crooned to lovers in the night beneath the stars and moon’s soft light and gently stole their h......Read the rest...

...We are blown Like a feather Into every Insane ether To see The unseen And to brace Or wither At times To float In the river Like a boat Or for us To vanish For ever Like a mote ......Read the rest...