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Jo Organiza Jan 2021
Strum me like a string with the coarse tune of your laughter,
embrace me like the quill that you use to write with a paper.
as I lie awake; reminiscing the times we've had together,
a ticking time slowly pacing from one way to another;
a kiss from the wind; leaving one's heart lost in constant blunder.
Twitter: @JoRaika
Balak - A Bisaya Poem.
(NOT A BISAYA POEM, BUT I USUALLY WRITE IN VERNACULAR)
Dante Rocío Dec 2020
I’ve been thinking of living like a fire,
crawling at my boots for fields, thirsty,
soothing guitar’s enamel of blood and memories,
life taking yet passion agent for our breaths and eyes to stay.
Life taking for those who live with roots all day.
Life taking for those who fairly clasp their prey.

I’ve been thinking of living like a fire,
a candle offspring of a dangerous meditation,
Rocks rumbling into coffin forests,
and an academic scorched sight that will endure only
in cigarette poems‘ claim.

A string.
On ecological worldwide poetry prompts to add my own voice conjoined with own whistlings of caramel wood painted maroon and red from fingers bleeding from strings, from poems kissing you possessively in the back of your head even in the shadow of a family bonfire and the harsh force a spark might carry
Avinash Dec 2020
She plays guitar
**** well
Everytime she is disturbed
by the world or her own thoughts
She strums
Her original songs
She says  I am a man of few words
Yes I am
But I always conversed
With her through poems
Words are meaningless
If they don't have
a Rhythm
Which she tries to find
Everytime she is disturbed
by the world or her own thoughts....
andTilly Nov 2020
my name was Lola
as LOve, as my-self LOathing
I’ve always worn pink
©2020 andtilly.com
Unpolished Ink Nov 2020
Fingers of fire
Flaming desire
Flirting with strings
Melted angel wings
Acoustic profanity
Electric insanity
Liquid bricks in your heart
Tearing you apart
A nuclear star
Now that is the sound of a proper guitar!
Nothing quite like it
Lee Carter Sep 2020
[C, E, Am, F]
Break my heart but keep the pieces
Take the pain that I don't need
Cut myself on every sharp edge
Not enough blood in me to bleed

Tried to fit it back together
A puzzle that's just too hard for me
Love keeps leaking from the fine cracks
Guess that's why it's always empty



Brittle, breaking
Cold and always aching
Hurting, burning
Dumb but never learning

I am a fool
For loving you
Less than
I love
To hate myself
Something small I've been working on
Traveler Sep 2020
Over the years the notes play on
The music gets old so we write new songs
Practice our words and keep them in key
Times to change then repeat the beats
Patterns I hastily strum
Unique precisions I pick
I am but a fungus in the forest
A back woods hick
The flower, the ****
***** my guitar
I am an ember in the fire
Music is indeed my greatest desire
Traveler Tim
Spriha Kant Aug 2020
I am a dust laden untuned guitar in a corner.
Come toward me and wipe away all my loneliness and tune the untuned strings in my life with your warm hands.
Chat with me the way you sing melodiously along with your guitar's melodious tunes.

Beat my fears the way you beat your drums.
Read , understand , remember and love me like your books.
Listen to the noises , voices , whispers and sounds in my silences.
Give me an eternal space in your poetries.
Spent such moments with me that gets carved beautifully on the walls of my memories.
Get lost in my love the way you are into the melodies of your violen and piano while playing them.
Love me above the boundaries of ether.
Embrace me tightly in the arms of your soul and coalesce me within your soul.
And take me away in the ethereal cosmos with you.
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