Guitarist Poems - Poems about Guitarist

strum I ache as you play reverberate gently caressed tremolo attune muse...

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"When your down and out you need some Joe Bonamassa." Quote by _ Constance His music is raunchy...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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,...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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