Guitars Poems - Poems about Guitars

... Beyond softest poetic muse, the garden sighs a breathless trust into the heart, remembering that God, in His great design, singled out the gardener for the joy that defines the flowin......Read the rest...

...Bluebird, sweetheart, where are you? Two words I want to say, I do Boho, laid back, no frills day Denim jackets all the way The way you wear yours so in style Hand in hand walk down the......Read the rest...

...Tell me Have you ever felt you could runway Far away to a secret place Where time stands still The hot sun mostly shows its beaming face. Well come! Take my hand And I'll take you to that pl......Read the rest...

...CONTINUES PART II: Then she departs, ... his newfound friend stands (clueless me, no intro of her) I with Rick ... waiting wife comes--(Hellooo Oh) newfound by brochure stand he says, "My wife ......Read the rest...

...My day began with mommy making beef patties all morning I helped cutting the veggies for the curry soup while sipping ginger beer I remembered the curry for her special curry goat we were p......Read the rest...

... Kalamazoo kids went off to war leaving giddy gals to go forward in fractured factories ~from music to munitions gay guitars would wait until battered boys came hurriedly home... or would the......Read the rest...

... I’ll play you guitars in every place on planets to hear my heartbeats and soul. Never mind your songs or serenades in love poems Your touch and eyes say it all. ......Read the rest...

...Whispers and sighs, softest of smiles Reveal the music playing in the heart. Beautiful rhymes, soothing the nights, Stirring joy, faith and love – Breaths of prayers, some silent, Some echoes......Read the rest...

...New Yorkers, in general, are very notorious for walking way too fast, not moderately: it's seen as an unpleasant remark; tourists keep think to themselves, " They're funny! " It's a stereotype t......Read the rest...

...You and Me... You and me, seemed to always be, Like the colors of autumn, Rhythmic as the birch’s quiet gold, And, the breathless scarlet of a maple’s smile. Forever dancing in the winds, so c......Read the rest...

...They, the invisible manipulators that speak for us all, they called us 'the people'. Some went seeking Big Foot, we needed a sasquatch, a mentor. Some tried hallucinogens, others called it a ......Read the rest...

...It’s Thursday evening, almost nine, foot-tap, fiddle, and banjo time, with juke-box tales of love’s romance, the county jail, a second chance, for bourbon belles or backroad trucks, mail-box mot......Read the rest...

... Nigh the forest I go, Where dreams sigh in silence Rustling beneath the stars In praise, gentle laughter Played by timeworn guitars. Nigh the forest I go, Where breathless pines......Read the rest...

...Sunday morning sardines Sing trademarked sermons No gain, guitars must be clean To harken out the predetermined Donation cards in cursive fonts A prayer for a new patio to Crosses finished li......Read the rest...

...I'll be quiet as I'm leaving I'll get you a latte Don't ask me why, there's a big surprise Awaiting you today I'll be back by 7 Be ready at the door Bring a little bag with you Some basics, n......Read the rest...