Guitarist Poems

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

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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Landscapes

Landscapes long poem

Her presence was like being breathless; skydiving over a foreign land you’d only seen in photos but admired, longing to visit in the cool unfamiliar majesty of a new landscape. She looked at me, and before anyone else could move,

Too Proud

Too Proud short poem

The wail fills the genesis; you are not living in me any more. Outside a grey mist of absence prevails. For a while there was stillness of white death, then roaring of a hurricane, before it struck the ancient wall

Rise Of The Monarchs

Rise Of The Monarchs short poem

As nights grow long a faint chill creeps in. Autumn royalty ascends like whispered wishes on the wind. Floating free on velvet wings in shades of black and tangerine, this regal host, a true wonder to behold. Ruling mild October

Broken Dam

Broken Dam short poem

Let’s not go, let’s not reach anywhere. The toenails have started digging in the earth, to make peace with the distress response of the bruised hunger for transactional surrender. And the surrogate mother will abandon the child for the father

University Of Life

University Of Life prose poem

You’re a scholar, I’m a scholar, and everyone’s a scholar! Similar uniform, “Different coloured tie around the collar” Giant classroom, lessons and tests, “We’re always learning” So many tutorials we attend, “It can be very concerning?” People are busy and

Reminiscence

Reminiscence short poem

That grave alchemy of cold fusion, of turning mercury into gold, makes me undone in a fit of anger. Punished before the crime committed, of saying no for yes, of disobedience in the face of a command, I am becoming

Creator’s Creator

Creators Creator short poem

Woman changed into stone as Ahilya, Woman submerged into waters as Sohni, Woman was buried in wall as Anarkali, And she sank into earth as Sita, Woman was burnt alive as St John! She has been sacrificing since ages Where

Words

Words short poem

A fickle thing these words can be Vessels for hopes and expectations The building blocks for dreams How smoothly they slip off a tongue Fall on fertile ground and They will grow roots far and deep They stay with you

A Tribute To The Monsoons In Kolkata

A Tribute To The Monsoons In Kolkata ballad

A mighty July evening in my town…. Pouring rain, halogen lights and the ‘neon’, Yellow cabs bark outside my window, I stare…. Across the confused street and beyond – struggling umbrellas moving around, water puddles, paper boats, funny children and

Verbose

Verbose short poem

She told me I was right for her And that was my curse, I knew I was just there when I’m needed But I never kept my promises too Do they miss me when I’m gone Secretly, maybe they do

Go, Al!

Go, Al! long poem

Well hello there, My name is Al. It’s short for — oh who cares? Let me just get this out. They say we all have an inner voice, And if we tune out external noise, The little voice can help

Vide Et Credere

Vide Et Credere short poem

It is not about how much you losing when fallen down it is about how much strength you have to pull self up and start things over again, this is what defines you that whom you are, when you are

Evolution

Evolution long poem

When I was just a little girl Everybody told me I needed Jesus to save me But Jesus locked me in a cage Alone with all my hurt and rage And told me that he loved me Now my world’s

Cupid With The ”o’

Cupid With The ”o’ short poem

No I am not some naked little winged boy shooting arrows, like water, my love for you flows. I will stand on a mountain like a cock in the morning that crows my love for you, echoes test my chest

Life

Life short poem

Life is a noble cloak Put on by each soul on earth May be silky, smooth or rough But everyone should wear it with We can wear it unstained We’re free to make its shape We may sometimes tear or

Global Oxygen Fountain’s Pulse

Global Oxygen Fountain’s Pulse short poem

Is it too late to start now? Those above and those below Guard the rainforest Keep it safe the remaining nest Aboriginals who are living there Endangered by traders and issues declare Decimating the forest Toxic is their lust To

To Women

To Women short poem

Women are not inferior or superior to men, They are only different from them. They speak out and put up a fight, For what they know to be just and right. Women can cook, clean, earn and invent, Run a

That Feeling

That Feeling short poem

Amazing, immaculate, magnificant, Words that can even come close to explaining, The plains, the realms, the worlds, The places I’ve experienced and visited with you, Sitting, laying, staring, holding and waking These moments, I cherish, I look forward to All

The Words

The Words long poem

The words that come out of my mouth Can see nothing and just go south Far from the world I fight to save the truth Going to find the life That once escaped from me I find it hard to

Thousand Wounds

Thousand Wounds prose poem

Thousand wounds beneath my heart Covered velvet cloth Never expressed on the face Hidden by thousand smiles At times laughs loudly Hides in pretentious way No clue to others Am a smiling fellow But footsteps of Attu Frighten me in

My Divine Mother

My Divine Mother short poem

When I started to open my eyes in wonder I could see nothing but my mother fair For me feeding, bathing, sleeping ,and loving Like a goddess who is blissful in tending Me ,a tender plant to grow into a

The Glorious Ones

The Glorious Ones long poem

I wonder what you think Of the human race From your celestial pedestal Above time and space? In our lil’ world that revolves, How long have you been involved? When you peer out through fiery eyes, What do you see?

Siblings Lane

Siblings Lane long poem

I fall back into time and remember how loving and caring both of you were… What great time we had together…. Be it our Verbal Duel in English, Or, rickshaw journey to School together. After school snacking of Kachori and

Birthdays

Birthdays short poem

Birthdays are special Reminding us of many times Growing past, but still remembering Not the bad things, but those that shine And as that gift of life was given to us We give it in return And nurture it so

Euphoria

Euphoria prose poem

Crows, Mosquitoes, School buses, Crunch of snow Secured in my memory like the sound of your voice Morning fog on the lake, Fish jumping, Changing colors, Lake freezing over Secured in my memory like watching you drink coffee Mud, Cut

Routine risk

Routine risk short poem

Today I need to, face it again Also I need to, brave it again Each day it’s a challenge. Today I need to, again muster courage Also I need to, make another voyage Each day it’s a fight. Today I

Love Sonnet 131

Love Sonnet 131 sonnet poems

Sadness……recall of lost love often brings, With bridge to Heaven shattered down and gone, When healing wounds open to added stings, Or subjected to some, if once there’s none; An hermitage is sprung by heart distraught, Free from intrusions of

A Mother’s Plight

A Mothers Plight short poem

Dear son, with your world surrounded by arms and guns, There rests this plight, to see her son alive with her eyes, just once. Sacrificing for country is  your job and your pride, My pride is you my son. Wherever

Vastness

Vastness short poem

I am a child Standing on the vast sea shore Collecting sea shells to quench My curiosity I don’t know what an oyster is I know only the shells. The waves sweep high above my height The sea sometimes wails

Oh Sweetheart!

Oh Sweetheart! short poem

Oh! sweetheart I heard that you are dating someone Even though you said that I am the only one I heard that you both are spending lots of time together But, for me you had time NEVER Is she your

Wasting Words

Wasting Words short poem

Wasting words I want to be electronic; I can only be more robotic. Please try to fix my empathy; I have lost it. I am not hypnotic. I cannot make you feel this, Without giving away my secrets. We need

Enigma

Enigma short poem

Light of illumination filled the tiny vortex of my mind A world colored river earth cloud and storm Forestry crosswinds and fire Ah natural madness beautiful madness A sweet perfect chaotic choir So I can drown snug in a sublime

Hot Night

Hot Night short poem

The evening twilight covers us, The scent of Lilacs wisp the air. A sensuous musky aroma Draws me to a beautiful woman. Her taut golden body calls, Flowing silken hair, like sun rays. I can not disturb her As I

Quarter Moon

Quarter Moon short poem

The quarter moon has arrived on seaside, The carved bay being limited by sandline Is quite pleased with saline touch And is watched carelessly by drowsy moon. The breathing silence of distant forest, Feels happy for not being assailed by

Outrageous

Outrageous short poem

Everybody was half-naked on the trail of curves. Braindead. Emptied thought. A single vacant look. “Why me? ” I ask. Stay stupid in the crowd. Looking at the moon, indulgent. Plucking the nector from knobs of naked flames. No coming

To sleep in peace is all I desire

To sleep in peace is all I desire english poems

The music doesn’t seem right anymore, the songs seem all the same, breaths that I take feel like herculean tasks. To keep my eyes open and to think, makes me wish I could be a vegetable, feels I am in

Dependence

Dependence short poem

Do not depend on anyone The world is not yours The tears in your eyes is just A regret because of other’s cause Hold your breath and try to feel the restlessness It’s just same as your soul feels Entrapped

Benylin

Benylin short poem

I took a good few Viscous glugs, that Night. My mother’s breakdown Was getting to me and My pity was destroying Me from the intestines, up. Couldn’t be Christian guilt, Surely? But I felt good again – Her wringing hands