Guitars Poems - Poems about Guitars

Song by Forro Cedez and Arriere Assai and Composed by Ausdruck Zu Lieblich of Jingle Dheeze Music Fame LLC a Soothing Music Company In the absences of choice I raise my voice I kneal to proclaim asking you this the only one on my list I am in love and not ashamed I wanna be your man your husband say you'll marry me we'll say I do to start ah-new to...

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Motivated by jealousy she spitful undermined my intentions far to much to mention: intruding on my happiness making it harder for me to be the person I wanted to be as stoic as it seems I'm lacking happiness lacking valor rantings it's more like constant chantings in a relationship I'm pushed to the side interferance with my advances in awe taking second glances I couldn't beleive what I saw the odd one out just tagging...

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Whence didst craft stopped the Winds of War, and bring forth peace, forevermore. Exact it is a slumber hence, awaken sorts some recompense, weary minds do not ask for more. Sub base, Washington, in Bangor, breaths a sigh scares I, what they store. A misty boy loss -- skilless, thence. ...

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From His startling brush, blaze stars, We save them like fireflies in jars, Ours are in photos or memoirs, Played in songs by clever guitars. From His light, flow blessings galore. It’s His sweet grace that I adore. Nought compares to the love that’s ours. Played in songs by clever guitars. By His still, small voice, He assures, He lives in our hearts, mine...

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Follow guitar's lead daddy said. in a calm, omnipotent way. a jazz guitarist, he was revered. His death was a shock. She followed the lead of his guitar through grief....

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They’ve all gone those singer songwriters of yesterday or are in the process of leaving But their songs remain in our hearts and psyches their words forever embedded in our souls They came like a breath of fresh air churning our souls dressed in dirty blue jeans, muddy boots with smelly sweat rough bearded faces extruding love for the...

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From my front porch I hear, the music of evening guitars, Flowing softly on breezes, under the magic of pearl stars, Busy goldfinches flit singing, and I can glimpse red Mars, Mellow music of summer, and moonlight's rapture is ours. Nature draws upon its beauty, from deepest of reservoirs, Adding to the happy heart's memory, with lasting powers, A summer night...

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Saturday nights at Barney’s Rowdy Cowboy Honky-Tonk, Our band sang soulful love songs That cried while our guitars wailed. We oozed moods for fresh lovers, And throbbing hearts on the mend, Through those timeless tuneful nights While Gus wiped his rosewood bar. After crowds slunk off with night We sang our most heart-felt songs To the posters on the walls. We sang for the fallen stars Who...

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Tap and tabs overflowing escaping from everyday life you come home undergoing a feeling of safety from the night life you feel lost in the hustle wishing you never left her at home for one moment of bustle with freedom you need not to comb so one day you wake up and realize what's it all for quietly you stumble to stand up as you walk...

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Warrior Musical, analytical, religious, artistic. Son of soldiers. Lover of Nelly, ragtime pianos, and rhythm guitars. Who reels angst, inspiration, and regrets. Who fears retirement, isolation, and mediocrity. Who would like to see Scandinavia, wealth, and grandchildren. Resident of the Monterey Peninsula. Poet...

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was a day of gun was amusic run we came to play it was guitarist day we had chesse and ham as we GUITAR AND MUSIC JAM...

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Whilst Bruno Mars ascends new stars Elvis Presley haunts old boudoirs Second to none They both have fun Just strumming their gutsy guitars....

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Guitars in the Night There is a place I have not been, I go there each night in all of my dreams. The fictional world of fantasy. I think it’s a result of a life that has been lived And a worldwide vision called the T.V. I woke up this morning after another dream; I was late for work in my mind...

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Guitars are sexy; Like a woman's waist, curvy, Held intimately....

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Guitar, Bass Guitar, Sharing one vertical stand. I think they're mating....

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