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Mandolin Poems

Fiddlesticks

There was a young man bought a pangolin
but thought it was a mandolin
to be played like a violin
he tipped its scales 'til they creaked
tweaked its tail so it squeaked 
and named the bow Anne Bowleyn

Categories: mandolin, animal, fun, humorous, music,
Form: Rhyme

I Love

I Love

music
love to listen
rock, folk, blues, bluegrass, jazz
poetry and music share the
same roots

music
I love to play
banjo and mandolin 
I’m not very good but it soothes
my soul

Categories: mandolin, music,
Form: Cinquain

My Broken Mandolin

In your anger; you smashed my mandolin
And along with it you also broke my heart
Thinking you were so clever, and so smart
So, I created you into a waxen mannequin

Making sure I took such care on your ears
And sat you down upon your old arm chair
Repaired mandolin in hand with you share
With such lament in your

Categories: mandolin, for her, judgement,
Form: Enclosed Rhyme

Book: Radiant Verses: A Journey Through Inspiring Poetry

The Mandolin

Sometimes in life we can only see
something in our minds such as a memory. 
A scent, a sound, a word or a tune, 
can bring us to a time that ended too soon. 
We can look back fondly when we think of times, that we relive in our minds through a song or a chime

Categories: mandolin, music,
Form: I do not know?

Should Retire My Mandolin

Woke up this morning with a dirty big grin
Must have really enjoyed the dreams I was in
With chickies galore
Naughties on the floor
At eighty years old, should retire my mandolin

Categories: mandolin, silly,
Form: Limerick

Stringed Mandolin

The land calls my name, deep inside the bowels
Working the strips of fabric that installs
Patience builds up where wind blows beyond time
Lips tell stories but won’t work in the rhyme

Severed is the black hair off her white skin
Opened her heart, the day’s cool air within
Leaves tumble and shake away from the trees
Clouds play their music

Categories: mandolin, angst, inspiration, life, peace,
Form: Sonnet

Me and the Mandolin

Al would invite me to his house to jam
Couldn’t play Bluegrass; didn’t give a damn
When Al brought in a banjo and fiddle
He played the bass; I could only twiddle

When he said, “a guitar player’s coming”
Some things in my heard started to humming
“Al, don’t seek another player, my friend”
I’ll going to learn to play the mandolin”

At

Categories: mandolin, music, high school,
Form: Quatrain

My Mandolin

M ade of maple and spruce 
A lways ready for use
N ow is the time to play 
D o not put it away
O pen the case, take out
L earn a new song throughout
I t’s the way to improve
N ow you’re into a groove!

Categories: mandolin, music,
Form: Acrostic

Mandolin Slicer

Mandolin slicer

         rubbing my heart on its blade

Tomato red bowl

Categories: mandolin, sad
Form: Haiku

The Muse Music's Mandolin Strummer

A voiceless emoted summer ran amok the muse music's mandolin strummer.

Essence of antiquity wander and sulk...
Arched building's olden archetecture is many awsome massive like hulks.

Gargoyles perch at building eve's set...
Mine eyes have failed to adjust to
strange one's yet met.

Opera houses are filled up to the rafters...
Performed by artist's well talented crafters.

Rained downpours hard on French

Categories: mandolin, death, mystery,
Form: I do not know?

Mountain Mandolin

Its mournful melodies come drifting
Through the valley and the glen,
Those last haunting , misting memories 
Of the mountain mandolin.

A jaunty jew’s-harp joins along now
Like a lonesome loud amen,
While a fiddle fades and then rises
With that mountain mandolin.

Then the bass moans of an old cowboy
Who in rage shot his best friend,
As that band of long ago

Categories: mandolin, cowboy-western, friendship, music, sad,
Form: Cowboy Poetry