Guitar Poems | Examples of Guitar Poetry

Intro Out past the corner store, where the ice cream truck fears to roll, Lies a block with more rhythm than a washing machine on spin cycle, Where the cats wear sunglasses at midnight, And every pothole’s got a story to tell. Tonight, I tune my axe—rusty strings, missing a knob, Ready to melt faces in the moonlit back alley, Like a...

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If I had a guitar and I knew how to play I’d be on tour, playing music all loud and gay I would have a fan base that would be yelling my name None of my fine renditions would be the same I would seriously pluck those strings in the fanciest way if I had a guitar and I knew...

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He stepped down from the stagecoach kicking dust up with his boot He stood a while, he lacked a smile, his teeth gripped his cheroot His Stetson it was thick with dust, his guitar case was too He looked around this downbeat town; found no man that he knew He’d travelled to this lawless town of which he’d...

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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...

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JANUARY 2024 Hello, person. My person, who bathes and drifts in the steaming lake of blue And chirps a melody of solitude While strumming the oak guitar for the blaze. Hello to you-- If you want to hear my thoughts. My person, whose eyes bleed of the weeping willow's dye, Who holds the warmth of the stars in their skin, Who holds the wisps...

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In the rush to satisfy one must think of himself ...

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imagery and figurative language to create the thought needed ...

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No money he had, just guitar on his back he took to the roads as the evening turned black he said no goodbyes to all that he knew and never looked back to his love that was true his path followed rivers and fern covered hills and his eyes looked ahead over fields and mills he'll take his guitar and let...

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The Segue Bought a sense of happiness midway through the song It is the songs signature a segue that changes the actual mood through modulation Written By: A.Pseudonym. Of Whiskey scented Words LLC> 21 and Over Songs for People a sense of betrayal heartbreak over a self-created image I conjured it up myself setting high standards wanting to much what I thought I was seeing wasn't...

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His fingers flew like hummingbirds across his old guitar as he played his wordless melody in the shadows of the bar. Suddenly the crowd was still as every ear tuned in to hear the song without the words that sang itself to him. But someone in the shadows listened deep within her heart and heard...

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Gavotte Minuet: Most of the night we shared several moments together most of the night she and I together the night doesn't end until the morning comes you know where I'm coming from we danced to the wrong song Sappy Sweet love infused passon'd styled with modern tones with an Ole style fashion had us groovin around acting like lovers we discovered what we discovered there was times when I was in doubt I withdrew...

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She was happy to hear that drizzles had made the pollen more tollerable. She had been saddened by the large amounts of pollen that made herr eyes red and caused her to sneeze. Blowing into her bassoon became a chore due to the fact her nose was sore and sneezing bothered her. When the rains began she smiled: she wiped the dust and pollen off...

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As the ethereal guitar mesmerises My soul responds As if I dipped into a melodic bath Of perfectly curated Lovingly tempered Heart massaging Candle flickering Water A fragrant tune invades My nostrils Flaring as the warm Moistened air tumbles by The world merges into Perfection Harmony Stirring The resonance Of childhood memory Percolating through the mist As sliding strings Caress my ears My mind drifting Towards that past Safer place Yet this mesmerising...

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Woahhh.. rock and roll. Definitely. The system may just overload. A lead foot going down the road. Soft, a bit smooth? Not remotely. That sound broke apart inside me, hearing the guitar my pulse slowed. Woahhh.. rock and roll. Man that vibrates, this is heavy. Music defined by that zip code, with every lyric those roots showed....

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I may have written this for a band to sing, or maybe I just wrote it for me. Maybe it’s for the kids in dirty Vans, or those reppin’ spiked Converse hi tops. To the ones sipping ten dollar lemonades in the merch line? This is for you. ...

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