Frets Poems

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

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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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

Oh! This Waiting!

Oh! This Waiting! short poem

Waiting, wailing, weeping! When..when..when ??? The expected turns out to be the unexpected!! What have I done? Why do I merit this award? Months and months of agonizing waiting… rewarded with a still- born! Only to have a heart torn?

The Quiet Guitarist

The Quiet Guitarist short poem

She rocks the stage with elan Speaking not much with her clan Music her soul her heart Hands always moving like a work of art Strumming with fourths eighths and sixteenths Counting 1234 in patterns of beats Never a count

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Slow down

Slow down short poem

The things you do when there is nothing Hungry bellies looking to excel Young minds spending their time bluffing and how the stories tell Pure with gracious words and subtle movements Grabbing eyes and thoughts the same Never staying in

A Bug Named Jitters

A Bug Named Jitters long poem

Once upon a rug, Crawled an antsy bug. This critter was in a dither. He had a bud named Doug, Who called him Jitters. Doug was a go-getter, While Jitters was a quitter. This bug did not love To act

Modernity

Modernity prose poem

I went for a walk at Monson Village today. A place in the woods where people lived in the 1700’s. Rock foundations were all that was left in each spot. Small signs marked the holes in the ground and describes

The Vengeance Of Silence

The Vengeance Of Silence short poem

A plaything it maybe for you Fiddling fidgeting is all you could do Taking for granted hurts it too But it doesn’t sit all quiet in the blue Longing for your attention Sitting rusty and dusty for Your moods to

It Is Not You But Me

It Is Not You But Me short poem

Never thought I’d ever grasp The “it is not you but me,” concept. But I think with time I got it. It was not that I was not good enough. It was that he messed up. Could not appreciate, recognize

The Rocking Chair

The Rocking Chair prose poem

Sitting on my rocking chair, I write from the perspective of a wheelchair thanking God for open doors and cursing people for treating me like a dog on the floor Sometimes you need things,simple things, good, bad things will come

The Occasional Traveler

The Occasional Traveler short poem

This is a poem of male roads. It starts with an ordinary road made up of daily traffic plus the occasional traveler impulsively joining the regulars. Unlike them he cannot calculate whether or not it is worth such risk. The

The Help Of Poems

The Help Of Poems prose poem

I am not one that uses great emotions I never see to have the notion The anger inside me sometimes starts to bubble And if I let it all out it will get me in trouble My teacher one day

A Noseless Woman

A Noseless Woman short poem

“A Noseless Woman” Once I saw a wretched woman, She was badly mistreated by a demon. She was an unfortunate wife, Her husband cut her nose with a knife. For her there was no place to hide, She sold glass

Grave Silence

Grave Silence long poem

As usual he was busy in his daily routine while his dreams and ambitions were soaring he believed that he would be happy for ever and shadow of sorrow would never come near His aim in life was to add

Life Cycle

Life Cycle prose poem

Life, the very essence of our being. It is inevitable that we all must walk this journey. What we forget is that we are not on this journey alone. Even the nature surrounding us has its own life cycle. Our

Come On Dear Clouds

Come On Dear Clouds short poem

It’s too hot, could you come as a rainy spout! The heat inside now shrieks for outing, The music of steps I can feel, I breathe-in you, And what I inhale is shivering my body, I know you are dancing

Speleology

Speleology short poem

we get lost in caves with walls made of cotton . we explore each others formations thoroughly . and find love in the darkness of these walls every single night

Who Cares…why Ask

Who Cares...why Ask long poem

Now you ask me ‘how are you’…Don’t you know what I’ve gone through ? What my thoughts have made me do ?!! A bit late now to see me through. A sorry I’d appreciate, at least some words to comfort

Bright Skies

Bright Skies short poem

Sleepless night Windy outside I counted the stars None is as shiny None as bright As my eyes When they meet yours Short blond hair A look like you don’t care But why did our hearts stop When our eyes

Avalanche

Avalanche long poem

Well and the voice of you keeps echoing, echoing in my head, swearing by the moon and stars above now that you found me there could be no other love yes I can still hear your voice and those words

Love Sonnet 32

Love Sonnet 32 sonnet poems

How do I start this journey to your heart? From charts or auguries for direction? Should thousand ships from port with me depart, Yet East or West, where lies your affection? As steepest slope, ravines or swiftest stream, May stand

Little Black Dress

Little Black Dress short poem

With the essence of elegance, And with the timelessness of beautified brilliance, My mind knows there’s not a word in existence, That could ever explain or express, What my eyes see in this moment that’s left my world in a

The Sad Old Drunk Without A Head

The Sad Old Drunk Without A Head short poem

Numb at noon and thoughts adrift He takes another sip The turmoil in his head, confused A twitch..and then a clumsy shift A snap of fingers, “Another please” His bloodshot eyes seem lost Fumbling for his change, he finds A

Longing Hearts

Longing Hearts short poem

Faint is my expression, out of breath, chastised and drowned in whirl pools of confusion. Neither here nor am I there, in the clouds or the bottom of the ocean, whirl pools of confusion. A year be a day, an

An Invitation For Ms. Plath

An Invitation For Ms. Plath short poem

Dear Sylvia, Autumn weeps in perennial loss for you. Shedding its’ veined dry tears, falling on cracked dry soil. The live oak runs around the front yard, screaming her hair is lost… in bald cries. I want it to rain

A Recipe Of Love

A Recipe Of Love ballad

Turn on the flame Start with a smile Wait a while Stir it with fun Crack a joke Tickle a hearty laugh Whisk action One hug Few whispers Some touch Strawberry kisses Sprinkle a dash of perfume Cover on a

Rainy Story

Rainy Story short poem

Clouds strayed in the sky Like lambs in the pasture; Winds roared at the high Like lions in the leisure; Thunders struck on the roof Like shoots of the troop; Fears brood in the heart Like snakes creep in dark;

King Serpentine

King Serpentine short poem

A killing truck running mad I turn Mozartian with a poison gland. You thought Shoemaker is some fall guy. When you don’t even know the meaning, sigh. My measure is King Cobra XIIth. Fear the venom, not the length. Lamp

Love Sonnet 10

Love Sonnet 10 sonnet poems

My waking hours are now engulfed in dreams, Reality became a twilight maze, An interlude between silvery beams, And tropic sun’s scorching, hot, blinding blaze; As shroud of night darkens to shadows deep, And dark blue skies acquire a sleepy

The Flower Shows

The Flower Shows elegy

We are not mere sepals, petals, and pollen-grains As scientists view us under their microscopes, But a flower, with all faculties of beauty and life, A full bloomed blossom, the expectations and fulfillment, The long cherished dreams of a plant

Minjuki

Minjuki short poem

Rain falls down, Thunder to the ground, Ice and snow, Colorful as a rainbow, Spring, summer, winter, fall, Do you know them all Minjuki, Minjuki, What did you say, Minjuki, Minjuki, What did you say, Lightning crackles, The black bird

Feelings

Feelings short poem

Sometimes these feelings inside me, tickle so hard at the core in my body, physically. But where ? I don’t exactly know. Somewhere beneath my head ? or perhaps knocking under the chest ! but it does, and frequently. The

Garden

Garden long poem

Sometimes we hide If you ask us where We go It is likely we will tell you In the summer it is a garden of hope It is a garden of blossoms It is a garden of light It is

Silence

Silence prose poem

A sound In an empty room, Hollow space, Emptiness. Panic. Silence broken, By what ? A thud, Rooms no longer silent, Hassle and laughter, A gun shot. Once again silence But only for a second Screams erupting. Sirens in the

I Am Brave

I Am Brave long poem

Brave is nothing without proof But believe me I do believe I am brave Perhaps you will see that Maybe now Maybe in the generation Or maybe not It starts with the nature of you I am braver Than yesterday

To My Neha

To My Neha ode

I hated you the first time I had known you, You had this air, You stole my friend, (Or so I thought) and I was crazy jealous. I hated you to supreme heights. And now after nearly two decades, Of

On my way home!

On my way home! long poem

I find my way back home When I finally win my due. The due that I owned to my state To fight for our liberty. I remember the routes the journeys, The memories of intrepid. Going back home to peace

My Snow Laden Divan

My Snow Laden Divan prose poem

She wore the meekness and grace of the gods and was shapely beyond compare. In that pageant aura, had about her the fearless abandon of Diana At The Bath. I did not spy on her, for fear I could lose

Selection

Selection short poem

A white cat crosses your path jinxed by a human again bad enough to be so strange but to be cursed several times a day is worse than incubating a squirming litter with no nest in sight to deliver them

Love Poem

Love Poem short poem

Because you’re not here Do you think I cry a lot And still miss you? No I don’t! Because you’re not here to Play in the sun with me Do you think I stay indoors And hide from the sun?