Miraquill
Den
I tried to recreate you
With so many other men
After our divorce
And all the trauma
We made for each other.
No children, no bonds other than our simple magic of youth.
We were invincible weren't we?
Reading tarot, chasing ghosts
And communing with the dead.
I saw a golden band as eternity
Yet walked away so easily
Because I saw as a child does
In black and white
My programming was indelible then.
Raised up on loyalism and family bonds that had no boundaries.
I was born in a nest of vipers each one waiting their turn to sink fangs with venom that would change me to my core.
I should have been more aware my dear, of life's complexities and gray areas.
I was a child. So immature. Bent on pure fairy tales.
And so I looked in everyone for the strumming of your 12string.
I found imposters and snake oil salesmen.
I compared them all to you, which was not fair to them, they never stood a chance.
We sang in forests, you and I. Scripted harmonies and poetry and fables. We watched clouds and named their shapes. We conjured futures never realized.
And now, my God, how many years? Over 30 since I last saw your face.
I'm so fond of the adventures we made and so embarrassed at my child-like tantrums.
Just an old woman musing about a lost connection.
I wish you beauty and music always Denny.
May the forests still call you.
©mmbftd
#guitar
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mmbftd
13w
12 2 3
Guitar
I haven't played my guitar
In two months
The instrument I swore to
Practice every day
Until my fingers bled
Lies unused in my living room
I begged for it
I was going to write haunting
Melodies that stick to your brain
Like ants in honey
Now all I write are lyrics
Not one g chord
Not one half step
Not one measure
The dust slowly gathers
And so does my potential
What if I plucked the strings?
Taught myself a new chord
Run my hands along the wood and
Metal and plastic that scar my hands with
Sound and prove I didn't waste everything
Too late now
©lolablackthorn8 1
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altraberry
45w
Read More"It is like
Plucking strings
But not able to hit
The correct chord
That which is the root
Of all unsung miseries
Lost somewhere here
Midst changing frequencies,
Tuneful melodies,
Thumping drum beats."
©altraberry
#music #poetry #love #misery #song #lost #chord #guitar #drums #pod #melody
@miraquill @writersnetwork @writersbayIt is like
Plucking strings
But not able to hit
The correct chord
That which is the root
Of all unsung miseries
Lost somewhere here
Midst changing frequencies,
Tuneful melodies,
Thumping drum beats.
©altraberryPhoto By Dominik Scythe on Unsplash18 0
nuances_in_life
47w
Others think
'Awe ' your life is full
Mind voice
Yes it's awful.
©nuances_in_life10 0
nuances_in_life
47w
I'm beautiful than you
I'm smarter than you
I'm kinder than you
But you're you, always;
That hits me hard
©nuances_in_life13 1 2
nuances_in_life
47w
Music
connects with us
better than anyone else
©nuances_in_life17 0 3
philocalistabella
56w
Read MorePlease like ,share and follow .ily guys
#moom#woes#alone#music#guitar#night#feelings#youarenotalone#itsokaytonotbeokayThe Guitarist (compiled)
With eyes closed ,mind wandering
With fingers gliding o'er the metal strings
Metal against flesh making her fingers sting
Taking out the frustrations of all her yearnings...
As her fingers strummed another tune
Egging herself to peek out of her cocoon
Soft melodies she did croon,
Singing her feelings out to the moon
Talkin'to the moon in between her weeps ,
When is she again gonna be able to sleep ,
When will it stop, the pain that seeps
And fills her heart in abundance and heaps...
But then the moon grew waner and thin
Until she could no longer feel it shine on her skin ,
And that's when she realised she ain't alone
Cuz to hear someone cry has the moon gone...
And once she understood the woes of the world
She saw the blood from the strings when her fingers unfurled
©philocalistabella6 0
The Guitarist (pt.4 final)
But then the moon grew waner and thin
Until she could no longer feel it shine on her skin ,
And that's when she realised she ain't alone
Cuz to hear someone else cry has the moon gone...
And once she understood the woes of the world
She saw the blood from the strings her fingers unfurled
©philocalistabella8 0
sarahrachelea
56w
Remember when you sang to me your favorite song at the dawn with your guitar and your sexy voice by phone a few years a go?
I miss that moment. I miss you sing for me now.
I miss us.
I can't remember the song. But I miss the eclipse moon raises from your eyes. And the ugh smile on your cherry lips.
Send this messages (?)
©sarahrachelea19 2 3
My GUITAR glows,
like endless flow
of glittering stars,
late at night
Dance at my heart
In ecstasy,
Cares me,
With his melody divine,
My heart beats in tempo, A rapture love of eternal bliss,
Seduce me,
For the night,
And take me deeper
to the endless flow
of glittering stars.
©riyanivargikar37 1 6
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I want to play guitar,
But I am tone deaf.
I want to paint,
But I am colourblind.
I want to sing,
But I lisp and stammer.
That's why I writes.
With broken grammar,
With limited vocab,
But I still write.
So I will play guitar,
Maybe a little out of tune,
So I will colour paint,
Messing up reds and greens,
So I will sing too,
Even if totally offbeat,
Just how I write,
Some day I will,
Just wait and see.
©poetic_hulk3 0
Guitar
Pretty as she is,
She cries love when I finger her
And when I sweep my finger through her legs
She moans like a woman.
She groans when she's strummed with grief
She laughs like her, when three of my fingers are
Kept and slapped with the right.
Ahh..and she speaks about the bygone
Sunsets and paperboats whenever I
Feel like im lonely in front of everyone.
©subhamrizal13 1
Guitar.....
I slap her with anger instead she gives me a melody.
She's the one that illuminates my soul.
Her name is “Guitar”
©jameschishi31 3 3
james_taumas
77w
Cowboy
Melancholic guitar tune
Campfire watcher
Cowboy's song
Prairie life
Saddleful of hardship
Cattle train rolls on
Countless sunrises and sunsets
Seasons wash by
Harsh and beautiful canvas
Follow the dusty trail
Home waiting.
©james_taumas0 0
mr_realitygram
79w
Stress is Real
May be as an artiste manager
Don’t you think I also need a manager too.
#rr3 0
maitrisingh
85w
Read MoreHey #followers !
Who doesn't enjoy music? 🎧 If you don't then you can happily ignore this poetry that I recently wrote 🤷♀️ or choose to give it a read instead. What do you choose? 🤓
Read it here: https://storymirror.com/read/english/poem/guitar-esque-view/pbg35ixo
Don't forget to hit that like button if you feel the words!
#music #musicians #guitar #poets #writing #mirakee
#writersofinstagram #poetry #writersnetwork #love
#writer #poemsStory Mirror
Pay attention to the caption!10 1 1
Heart whispers
The image is what my heart longing to experience right now.
©happily_everafter8 1
If my guitar could speak
If my guitar could speak
It would kill me with words and say " Why you never used me?"
"You know my life's been worthless so far"
Bought you 7 years ago
Wished to keep you as best friend
Music was my passion but later became a nightmare
Scrutinising every note I left those strings behind on dusty floors
You been staying in darkest corner of my storage room
If my guitar could move
It would kill me now cuz I never did him right
It could've had a purpose
I ruined them all to the shreds gave it no light to shine bright
We could've been so much but I let you down to the drains
I wish I would have been better so these words could've had your music with them.
©shimmerycorners7 0
batulvohra
87w
You add music to my poetries
And we create a song
Humming our stories
©batulvohra19 1 1
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I bet she's beautiful,
That girl he talks about
And she's got everything that I have to live without6 4
- split_person That girl might be you...
- jomygk @split_person well, thank you
- sarang_kookies Somebody thinks of you that way. You're always envied by somebody secretly
- jomygk @sarang_kookies haha.. Hope so.
the nostalgic love....