The Guitar And The Man

 

 

 

 

 

The Guitar And The Man Picking up guitar Within withered hands The man strums melodies Of distant dreams No one to hear Or understand Upon the wind His soul doth bleed As strings are played The guitar sings Of sorrows lived From an early Spring Sweet music plays Across the land As he takes a walk Down memory lane With his only Friend in hand He sings of his lifetime Filled with pain Adrift the peal Of guitar strings His song to soul The same deap peace As are words placed By poet's pen Alluring peace The guitar brings To masters hands That strums the song Released his voice Unto the wind Of dreams now lived And love now gone Tis the guitarist In his own right That plays His final song This night For long he'd paid The ticket's price Within lonely tears And sacrifice Welcoming to his heart What is now God's plan Eternal sleep To both guitar and man View All My Poems Feedback Welcomed   AspiringAngel

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Guitar And The Man

Reviews

[beancountersar]

As a guitar player..I can appreciate this one very much. Very well done with rythem and rhyme.
You ended it very well as described by guitar girl below. There is much sorrow behind a guitar......

[darkgurl]

WOW! Such emotion and raw energy put into this, I love this write alot,
"Picking up guitar
Within withered hands
The man strums melodies
Of distant dreams"

I just adore these lines right here you do have an amazing talent....Kim