Acoustic Poems

Acoustic poems bring the best collection of short and long acoustic poetry. Poems for him and her and every poetry lover. These great acoustic rhymes are so amazing they will touch your heart and keep you craving for more. Hope you find your own deep meanings in these acoustic poems. They are decent, rhyming, free spirited and true. Thoughts on acoustic are here for you.

Flying With My Acoustic Six Strings..

Flying With My Acoustic Six Strings.. prose poem

We are going to Dubai yeah yeah Everyone so excited hey hey The one who is not is me Why o why I hear you ask ‘Coz I have a question on my mind And it is quite a task

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Strings And Frets Plucks And Strums

Strings And Frets Plucks And Strums long poem

My acoustic six strings Where have you been A piece of wood a group of strings Maplewood rosewood Nylon steel You even have a gold plating It keeps me wondering So pure so sweet I pluck you I strum you

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I Feel You!..

I Feel You!.. long poem

I Feel You!… I feel you in everything… in the glorious nights inside your incandescent eyes where butterflies knit my dreams and compass my heartbeats. I feel you in everything… while resting your sigh in the corner of a letter

It Rains To Wash

It Rains To Wash short poem

It rains again Though, it rains awful, For 24 hours plus it rains, No break like an acoustic teacher! It rains again But now in a period, When people a in blank, In a situation of pity. It rains again

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Love Made Me…….

Love Made Me....... short poem

Love is the most prominent feeling, Which brings a broken heart healing. Love made me look all around, But its shape I never ever found. Love made me blind believing the other, Never I will blame it for my dilemma

Green Sabbath

Green Sabbath short poem

Here… is absence of stained glass, glistening crosses, eternal sacrifice, No candles to reflect into, wine nor wafer passed, ornate altars, inspiring Psalms… All in distant cathedral. Naked truths speak to this heart.. embraced within whispering green forests, within sacred

Connswater

Connswater short poem

Our river wasn’t a clean river, a mountain stream, a babbling brook, or a silver girl. It was a filthy river, a city river, forsaken, neglected. Long gone, the glory days, when it was thick with trout and where, according

Holding Hands, Baby

Holding Hands, Baby short poem

Holding hands baby, Holding hands, Till the graves are dug, And the teeth corrode, Till eyes can no longer blink, And oxygen rests behind the door. Holding hands baby, Holding hands, When the storm shakes the crust, An dust covers

Old Tortoise And Evergreen Rabbit

Old Tortoise And Evergreen Rabbit short poem

Both of them are running from Aesop’s days of simplicity stamina and diligence defeat contempt, insincerity. Then again in 1934 Disney shot them at running track Tortoise won as beauties failed to charm Love of life brought Rabbit’s ill- setback

His Emma Nance

His Emma Nance elegy

loving male, natural of pleasure, quintessentially rendered suitable to us via way ova our darling daughter. tis the blessing of this average, contemplative damn ejected flotsam globular human impish jokester kooky lamb misunderstood nonestablishmentarian outlier praises quality ram rod sterling

Longships

Longships short poem

Casting off the shores, bound for faraway lands. Setting sail on dark seas, uncertain, unknown the travails that await. Crew steeled for adventure exploration fame glory. No turning back. Humanity departing. Longships rising, slow gracefully plumes of power moving beyond

How Blessed Are We

How Blessed  Are We short poem

Differ you may with my thinking For me it is the beautiful creation of God Lucky we should be To be within this beautiful world I waited for the sun to wake up And stand on top of the day

Dance Of The Cobra

Dance Of The Cobra short poem

Dance of the Cobra In the shadow of a Supernova Somewhere in the Mist of the Sea Desire encircling You and me The smell of you is Intoxicating and has me Rising to the occasion Tonight as do Your eye’s

Song

Song short poem

Let me be lost forever before I meet you As I am firm in my belief that you may wither Much before I see you. For several years my vain expectation Has adored an unshaped rider on horse back More

The things I never said

The things I never said short poem

You said I was important, I believed you, You said I deserved better, I believed you, You said I meant everything to you, I believed you. Then I moved away, It was time to put those words into actions. Days

Aftertaste

Aftertaste short poem

That targeted sleep will not come at once in the tamed night. A shifted pain lifts the irretrievable word shamed at edge. The godwings weave the rhyme of flight for the wedding of death. You are born again in sleep

Trump

Trump short poem

When the loud trumpets lie And the slithering mist usher our souls’ demise A chameleon claims the eagle flag as his right Dismissing us all like flies This Caesar is no savior His arrogance betrays his hateful designs We remember

The missing connection

The missing connection short poem

May be the winds might know which way it turned, or fish might guide through that deep undercurrent. The flora and fauna of that desolated island, help unravel the mystery if it ever land. But with all the technologies, the

Vanquished

Vanquished short poem

That was it. Everything he said made sense to me. Not the content of the presentation, The nature of the delivery. Outside of jealousies, Around common practices, Ground breaking, no less, A salesman beyond confidence. It wasn’t about town and

You

You short poem

Oh, you. You with your eyes. A golden brown. A deep forest green. They’re an abyss that I become lost in…repeatedly. You’re my panacea. A serendipity that is beyond lovely. Your presence sends a ripple effect of warmth throughout me.

Oh Clock!

Oh Clock! long poem

Oh! It’s just a Clock. Oh! These are just the mechanical sticks. These are not like my arms, They move all the time. And I look at them all the time! Yes Time! Time! They define time. Oh…what is time??

Scrap

Scrap short poem

A silent whisper, I continue to be. A shadow missed, on the deserted street. A speck of dust, that nobody sees. In ancient trunks, and cobwebbed locks. I lie inside, a forgotten sigh. Through dirty nights, and foreseen dawns. I’m

Dawn

Dawn short poem

Dawn is here end of night. Depends on you to make things right. In my mind, but out of sight. The time is now to start the fight. Dawn is here behold the light.

Love Light

Love Light short poem

Beauty and love go side by side On an intoxicated charming ride The tide spreads far and wide Then how the fragrance one can hide Beauty pierces like a ray, like a laser Love touches beauty and becomes chaser By

The Devil’s Temptations

The Devils Temptations short poem

Making dirty love is the devil’s first temptation Yet very few resist the desire for carnal sin by seduction A woman can charm and excite a man beyond imagination And make him do things only a dirty pig would dare

Scanning

Scanning short poem

When night will not speak and shoes will float on the water; legs of truth will not move. Latched to absence unreasons held the hands of time. I stopped believing in myself. The genome had come in a bottle. when

Ode To Red

Ode To Red ode

I’m not quite sure of where I should start, but you must know you are on my mind, Even though a few years have now gone by, wonderful memories still burn bright. Peaceful long walks along your beach or, an

I Will Glow More

I Will Glow More short poem

A river was frozen in my chest, O God – I choose a burning boat to reach you. My planet has become a broken bridge. Voiceless hymns are haunting me. Standing in a remote village of words, my poetry beside

Kashmir-the Woman

Kashmir the Woman prose poem

Kashmir is the innocent beauty of nature It lifted me above all mire dark and dense. Kashmir is the divine smile It gifted me a peace beyond all of my sense. Kashmir is the sorrow It showed me a combined

Dreaming For All To See

Dreaming For All To See short poem

You say that I’m a dreamer and so I may well be but the dreams I have aren’t just for me, they’re for you and all to see. The dream is of love, of life free from harm, a dream

The Buried Dream

The Buried Dream short poem

Aloof I was from all the chaos when u stepped into my empty sphere. Reawakened the lovely dreams I had buried long back. As a ray of light you came in during the darkest times of my life. Innumerable memorable

I’d Give You The Moon

Id Give You The Moon long poem

We were fools- Running away from the so called labyrinth of life But only to come back with renewed wrath for each other. Was it romance? When we were inside your car, It was raining a little that night, And

We And The Good Earth

We And The Good  Earth prose poem

A date set apart in the world calendar In honor and reverence of the great good Earth Is aptly in keeping with the need of the hour And a well thought of welcome gesture ! It’s time we owe allegiance

I Talk To Myself

I Talk To Myself short poem

When i get lost in the gyre of thoughts virulent will, helps me survive “I talk to myself ” The Art is my own. Often i skew towards ‘the abominable’ loath it without a halt and i become a fiend

Blood Line

Blood Line short poem

Lack of knowledge the way he was born. Raised in hell before falling the well. He met a girl oh, she was his world. But, he let her go through the low Unintentionally threw- away he goes Sad to think

September-11

September 11 short poem

ONCE THERE WERE TWO MAGNIFICENT TOWERS, WHERE LIVED AND WORKED SO MANY OF OURS. IT TOOK SEVEN LONG YEARS TO BUILD THEM STRAIGHT, THEY STOOD NEAR THE EMPIRE STATE. THIS EVENT HAPPENED ON ELEVENTH OF SEPTEMBER, ITS AN OCCURRENCE THAT

Curvature

Curvature short poem

The visible was most invisible. Watching the moon through veil. A bomb explodes in your hands. The poem wavers- and then falls on dew. This was not bone-green; original, not a fake cloud – to kiss the feet of a

Who Am I?

Who Am I? short poem

Out of the odd don’t know why, A voice within me asked, “Who am I?” Answered each question with ease till date But today within me is an endless debate. Am I the good girl all see? Or that crazy

Insomniac

Insomniac prose poem

Feels heavenly  to have  your shadows on my soul,    Imaging you in me…   Crappy reminiscent…   Behold you so querulous, pretending to be so apprehensive.  But not actually, I chuckled     Am hoping yon weird nights to recur, Would

Cooked

Cooked prose poem

No more. Can’t take no more. Struggle with sanity is draining me dry with each passing day. People pride themselves in pruning their puritanical egos to ‘adhere’ and ‘belong’. Should I too? Because i ain’t me no more. Do I