Home » Poems » Guitarist

Guitarist Poems - Poems about Guitarist

The Old Guitarist, Picasso - A Duet by Lioness Onpaper and Di11y Da11y

The searing sun has long been a revolving revelation of angst,
repelling songs of the skies, sung by the strings of the wings.
Pallid, poised only by muscle memory - a compositional backdrop,
past the point of revival, yet something inside me still ticks.

A trembling truth that never drifts,
these broken blues: a silent shadow with loud hues.
The bones

Categories: guitarist, angst, death, imagination,
Form: Ekphrasis

Joe Bonamassa - Blues Guitarist

 
"When your down and out you need some Joe Bonamassa."

                                     Quote by _ Constance 

His music is raunchy

Categories: guitarist, blue, celebrity,
Form: Bio

The Fantastic Fret-Ful Andres

The famous guitarist Segovia
Was able to strum high and lowvya
With acclaim; so he did
Till his death in Madrid—
And his records continue to moveya.

July 18, 2019

Categories: guitarist, art, guitar, humorous, music,
Form: Limerick

Book: Radiant Verses: A Journey Through Inspiring Poetry

The Guitarist

He played on the guitar like a pizzicato
Who frequented one too many bars
Always demonstrating 
A wonderful amount of restraint
Even during the main feature
At the local drive in

In the end
He came to realize
How much he loved pizza
And at the end of the day
Even if he couldn’t play
He could always eat it

Categories: guitarist, guitar,
Form: Prose

The Grieving - Old Guitarist

A cocoon of loneliness wraps around him, 
his music now quiet, all shards of hope gone 
with the last dying notes discordant and off-key, 
the soundtrack of his life broken.

Anguish waits at the edge of a silent concert, 
solitary harmonics a floating mute mirage, 
pure as the music of the spheres 
only he can hear

Categories: guitarist, age, guitar,
Form: Free verse

The Guitarist

The guitarist
As I wallow In songs
Of freedom 
I feel the power of love
From the soul with
Words of peace keep
Running down 
my third eye 
to my long
Fingers
As I write with a blue pen
The poems of nature
That come from a new birth

The guitarist
The sound from the strings
The sound so tender
Like a morning songs
From the birds
The sound of

Categories: guitarist, dedication,
Form: Epic

The Magic Guitarist

The thrumming thrumming thrumming 
can seem so very near
as fingers strumming strumming
make magic that I hear.

Your fine guitar - passionate -
What longing it can bring!
As you stroke the strings of it,
my heart is quivering!

I wait for that resplendence -
melodious and low -
I know will soon commence.
Your sweet words soon will flow.

Your voice which hums, lilts

Categories: guitarist, music,
Form: Quatrain

The Old Guitarist

Blue is the colour, blue is the period, blue is the mood
As Pablo's mind sunk, on the meaning of life he did brood.
The death by his own hand, of a friend that was close
Left Pablo the poor artist quite depressed and morose.

His feelings from deep down within his soul
Could only be expressed by his brush,

Categories: guitarist, art, blue, blue,
Form: Rhyme

The Guitarist

be her/him a
rhythm or lead player,
the guitarist may have
an ego the size of
the greatest known
planet, especially if they
are the primary song
writer, for from every
chord they play, every
single note,
comes that first spark
of something that may 
never see the light of
day or possibly the next
song which will go 
down in the history of
our human melodies 
here in

Categories: guitarist, life, may,
Form: Free verse

The Guitarist

Some run smoothly 
Up her neck to play 
The most wonderful 
Sounding notes of joy

While others struggle
With their dexterity
And memory as the
Notes come few and
So far between

Yet, the struggling
Artist who lives for
The pleasure of her
And personal feelings
Will always play 
Melodically, as the heart
Desires effort and 
Improvement
Thereby allowing
Her lover
To always be 
The absolute best.

Therefore it is

Categories: guitarist, happiness, music,
Form: Free verse

Guitarist

Some run smoothly 
Up her neck to play 
The most wonderful 
Sounding notes of joy

While others struggle
With their dexterity
And memory as the
Notes come few and
So far between

Yet, the struggling
Artist who lives for
The pleasure of her
And personal feelings
Will always play 
Melodically, as the heart
Desires effort and 
Improvement
Thereby allowing
Her lover
To always be 
The absolute best.

Therefore it is

Categories: guitarist, love, music, passion,
Form: Free verse

Classical Guitarist

You perch on a low stool
of my presence unmindful, 
guitar cradled on your lap,
fingers each string loving.

While you delicately pluck, 
mesmerizing, hypnotizing,
with slow, flowing arpeggio,
my heartstring you touch.

Who are you to affect me so, 
just what kind of magic spell
you put me helplessly under?

'Moonlight Sonata' on tremolo,
'Gone With The Wind', play!
'Chariots of  Fire' galloping
right

Categories: guitarist, art, introspection, music, me,
Form: Narrative