Short Acoustic Poems
Short Acoustic Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Acoustic by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Acoustic by length and keyword.
rushing waves music
sings acoustic sound with lengths
plays in frequencies
Fender acoustic performed for the Queen
keeping her age and shining her sheen,
Purchased from ex with the funny cigar
creating anew with a sweet, warm guitar.
Acoustic shadows, cast by sound
Whispers in darkness that caper around
Noisy…while silent,
Distant…hesitant
Wraiths wrapped in velvet
Black shadows abound
In the dark days before rock'n'roll
music was dreamy but had no soul
Now that acoustic and electric guitars have come
instrumentation's professional, but the lyrics are dumb
Back in the blues funk; a lone acoustic, round top guitar sings.
The whining-twang-between-stanzas, slide-notes on lightly bent strings.
Fingers hammer out the timing on an, ebony fretboard.
Roll over with messy hair,
Celebrate, watch the sunrise;
Cinnamon coffee on ice;
An easy acoustic song
wake me with your perfect voice;
Blueberries and swollen lips,
take a breakfast holiday.
"The One Who Survived"
ten years
survivor gift
acoustic neuroma
hearing loss, balance, facial nerves
alive
2/9/2016
The One Who Survives - Poetry Contest
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By waters edge sat John Muir
His wish for us all, preserve what's pure
He twisted and wiggled, his butt did a dance
It occurred to him, he had ants in his pants!
12/28/14
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every breath i take
a sign of your existence
the struggle is real
my nose is inflamed
i am powerless to you
god bless you they say
+I went with acoustic shadows as allergies and sneeze.
Staccato tantrum,
Mother Nature’s jackhammer,
doing overtime.
The notes are missing their staff;
floating aimlessly upon the wood.
There’s nothing quite so musical,
as the woodpecker.
Acoustic Beauty.
Creatively Dazzles Every Friend.
Glenn Hughes Is Joyously Kind.
Laughter Must Now Open Performances.
Quietness Renders Soft Tenderness.
Until Violins Whisper Xylophone Yellow Zest
Some songs don't seem to rhyme
Some songs remind me you're mine
Some songs have fast beats
Some songs remind me of our heartbeats
Some songs are ballad, some are acoustic
Some songs remind me of your name, so angelic...
Under the shower’s soothing spray,
the lungs their vocal power display.
In front of an unforgiving microphone,
the voice sounds terribly out of tune.
Next time you are tempted to croon,
do it in the shower, with a microphone!
The lovely young lady's,
playing harp strings.
Touching mystical music,
it made our hearts sing.
Painting visions acoustic,
with fingers in sync.
The spin of this tune,
is a singular thing.
Those, lovey lady's,
are, Maestra's of Strings.
My sister Lucile sold her acoustic guitar
To buy a hot motor scooter with a sidecar
Her bad luck, they soon separated
On which she hadn’t calculated
But I said, “For her that’s definitely a par!”
Written July 15, 2022
With these words that I spilled to you
It pains
Me to hear that you cried
While I
Was away from your arms and lips
Tonight
I'll know a way to get you to say
"I love you"
Form:
Guitar
Acoustic, Electric
Strumming, Resonating, Soloing
Modern, Popular, Antique, Anachronism
Plucking, Projecting, Accompanying
Medieval, Baroque
Lute
Acoustic shadows haunted hills
and crawled within a sleepless cave
where peace was whispered in a wish
and silence was an endless prayer.
The sound of tears dripped in the wind
that carried din until it bled
the last of life from hungry lips,
the last of love from hopeless hearts...
ACOUSTIC STRUCTURES
sobering
patterned
casualties
so
fascinatingly
aesthetical
in
manifold
shapes
stimulate
speculative
applications
identically
conceived
with
multiple
meanings
convincingly
clustered
subjectively
thus
enlarging
spirals
P rose unfolds revealing the deepest inner desires
O nly a few words transcend into a multitude of meaning.
E ven after he explains something is lost in translation,
T he simplest things made beautiful by the words, they
R eminding us we’re not alone, increase
Y earning to become one with the experience
my hips percuss
against the melody
of mirrored moans
in acoustic harmony
strumming across
a veiled trinket
of delicious divine
your thighs pulsate
to to the breath of tongue
exploring honey flavored flesh
in rhythm to our song
opening the silky sky
to the flowing sounds
of your apricot wine
I love you sweetheart
These words are true
In plain old English
I'm telling you
I've never loved
This way before
You stole my heart
Your troubador
Has a nest for you
Inside his heart
Come live there my bluebird
Inside's a guitar
That plays for you
Constantly
Folk and acoustic
Inaudibly
Hope shone through this acoustic shell
as pipe dreams drifted through ripples
nestled amongst the glorious trees
chords riff some strummed an original lick
as they frolicked in harmony upon a dim lit sky
their beauty flourished through fragrant cracks
perfumed lavender replenished these restless hearts
inhale, the lovesick
bursting sunshine rain
every moment beats
ceaseless warm feeling
acoustic years passed
like ascending vines
yet fainted hued shadow
peers through ripen binds
inhale, redefines
flourish aloft through
as time sweeps away
to first dawning light
and gasp a sound waft
1/11/2024
Acoustic dip the hills,
ghost vocals of the night,
reverberate sweet shudders,
breathing hymns of flight.
Flatlined in the dust,
prone of distance slain,
yet phoenix be my love,
will rise and soar again.
Tears of silver rain
and echoed plaintive cries,
reflect the yearning flames
lucent in faraway eyes.