Stringed Poems - Poems about Stringed

Daring desire blooms in desert cactus Sun-gilded mirage allures Elusive betrayal oasis recedes Dream dunes collapse. The actor Bedouin strides on stage Stringed free will deludes Puppet’s poignant passion Dances to the destiny designed rhythm....

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It was just a broken stringed guitar covered in dust and the wood bearing scars. Long forgotten it lay in the run-down old bar. Then one sultry day an old man came looking he searched till he found his beloved guitar, when he held it at last there were tears in his eyes. The old man thought back on his long...

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They are many voices all around some can be loud and others clear distinctive with clarity and truth one stands in awe feels so dear The violin is an instrument supreme it has a craft that delights one's ear one loves to hear it's a special sound for it delivers you to another sphere One can't speak of this musician for that is what...

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A STRINGED INSTRUMENT PLAYER IN HEAVEN He praised God with stringed instruments and smiled at everyone, He shared jokes with me often—now a new life he’s begun. If harps are up in heaven, then he’ll play one there I know, And with his wife together they’ll bask in heaven’s glow. It came so sudden to him, and to his family...

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Cold rain pelted me as I climbed the stairs Home, but my key would not open the lock Anger stabbed me; a knife thrust, unawares Thunder roared at my plight, as if to mock Night fell as I sheltered against the wall My clothing soaked, but little did I care I felt like a puppet; a limp stringed doll Drowning in...

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The Broken Stringed Guitar By Stan Almendro The melody of my life started when as a baby I was born No grand piano welcomed me with any music in our home The blanket they carried me in was old, tattered and torn Slippers that my dear mom wore had holes, tattered and worn It was not long and there I was a...

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Always a string threaded  through my memory  can't go a day without  thoughts of you tugging me. My fringes have to be bad picking and pulling  healing prolonged  Can't seem to undress you It's obvious I don't want to I enjoy wearing thoughts of you Clothed in your naked truth Wearing you like an alcoholic  does eighty proof whiskey I have a problem, I'll admit  when it comes...

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Symphony for stringed Instrument Grey mist creates a smaller world the eye strains To see beyond the possible, where only the inner Vision can see the unseen for which it can´t blink Close an eye, or turn away from disgusting truths. Dull miasma dreamy as passing melancholy, turns Angel white burnoose at dawn, with a hint of...

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Never will I forget that sight- the strings glistening in the light; mahogany shining at the base. I know pure joy beamed on my face. Beautiful guitar,new-found friend; to a lonely girl you're a god-send. Oh, the magic I 'll make with you! We'll be quite famous before we're through! I picked it up and gave it a strum- with emotion I was overcome. A...

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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...

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