GUITAR POEMS

This page is specially prepared for guitar poems. You can reach newest and popular guitar poems from this page. You can vote and comment on the guitar poems you read.

Studio Composition

Cup of Words

Crystal sphere sitting
Before child like statue
.....

Joseph Mayo Wristen
A Boy Named Sue

Well, my daddy left home when I was three,
and he didn't leave much to Ma and me,
just this old guitar and a bottle of booze.
Now I don't blame him because he run and hid,
.....
Shel Silverstein

Shel Silverstein
The Man With The Blue Guitar

as green.

They said, 'You have a blue guitar,
You do not play things as they are.'
.....

Wallace Stevens
To A Lady, With A Guitar

Ariel to Miranda:-Take
This slave of music, for the sake
Of him who is the slave of thee;
And teach it all the harmony
.....
Percy Bysshe Shelley

Percy Bysshe Shelley
Pierrot

I work all day,
Said Simple John,
Myself a house to buy.
I work all day,
.....
Langston Hughes

Langston Hughes
Tannhauser

To my mother. May, 1870.


The Landgrave Hermann held a gathering
.....
Emma Lazarus

Emma Lazarus
Salut Au Monde

O TAKE my hand, Walt Whitman!
Such gliding wonders! such sights and sounds!
Such join'd unended links, each hook'd to the next!
Each answering all--each sharing the earth with all.
.....
Walt Whitman

Walt Whitman
Fragment Of 'the Castle Builder.'

To-night I'll have my friar -- let me think
About my room, -- I'll have it in the pink;
It should be rich and sombre, and the moon,
Just in its mid-life in the midst of June,
.....
John Keats

John Keats
After Us

I don't know if we're in the beginning
or in the final stage.
-- Tomas Tranströmer

.....

Connie Wanek
The Voyage

We planned a glorious voyage, my Captain bold and I,
To sail in bliss on summer seas while halcyon days went by;
And underneath a speckless sky in a little dancing breeze,
We decked our craft with roses, and launched it on the seas.
.....

Alice Guerin Crist
Ode To The Book

When I close a book
I open life.
I hear
faltering cries
.....
Pablo Neruda

Pablo Neruda
Fellow Citizens

I drank musty ale at the Illinois Athletic Club with
the millionaire manufacturer of Green River butter
one night
And his face had the shining light of an old-time Quaker,
.....
Carl Sandburg

Carl Sandburg
Why This Volume Is So Thin

In youth I dreamed, as other youths have dreamt,
Of love, and thrummed an amateur guitar
To verses of my own,â??a stout attempt
To hold communion with the Evening Star
.....

Sir Arthur Quiller-couch
Stars

'THESE are the floating berries of the night,
They drop their harvest in dark alleys down,
Softly far down on groves of Venus, or on a little town
Forgotten at the world's edgeâ??and O, their light
.....

Kenneth Slessor
Mrs. Katherine-s Lantern

'Coming from a gloomy court,
Place of Israelite resort,
This old lamp I've brought with me.
Madam, on its panes you'll see
.....
William Makepeace Thackeray

William Makepeace Thackeray
Go Greyhound

A few hours after Des Moines
the toilet overflowed.
This wasn't the adventure it sounds.

.....

Bob Hicok
A Background In Music

and not just twangy tunes that rhyme southern drawls
with guitar strings, though it's true i knew charlie pride
before charlie parker, but music, music, music, broadway
numbers (one! . . .) broadcast over speakers in the park,
.....

Evie Shockley
The Great Journalist In Spain

Good editor Dana-God bless him, we say-
Will soon be afloat on the main,
Will be steaming away
Through the mist and the spray
.....
Eugene Field

Eugene Field
Daylight Dreamer

Here's the half-finished painting of a girl that I started last December
Here's the first three pages of my novel bout I don't really remember
Here's my Martin guitar that I never quite learned how to play
That's the daylight dreamer wishful thinker's way
.....
Shel Silverstein

Shel Silverstein
Sure Hit Songwriter-s Pen

Now I was hangin' round Nashville writin' songs and playin' 'em for all of the stars
Watchin' 'em laugh and hand 'em back livin' on hope and Hershey bars
So I pawned my guitar and bought a ticket home and I's headin' for the Trailway bus
When I seen an old fountain pen laying in the gutter so I stopped and picked it up
.....
Shel Silverstein

Shel Silverstein
Lost Shepherd

Ah me! How hard is destiny!
If we could only know. . . .
I bought my son from Sicily
A score of years ago;
.....

Robert William Service
Fragment Of

To-night I'll have my friar -- let me think
About my room, -- I'll have it in the pink;
It should be rich and sombre, and the moon,
Just in its mid-life in the midst of June,
.....
John Keats

John Keats
The Owl And The Pussy-cat.

I.

The Owl and the Pussy-Cat went to sea
In a beautiful pea-green boat:
.....
Edward Lear

Edward Lear
On The Keowee

Three days searchers worked below
rock-leaps her feet had not bridged,
men trolling grabbling hooks through
suck hole and blue hole, bamboo
.....

Ron Rash
Sfere

I asked of my Muse, had she any objection
To laughing with me,-not a word for reply!
You see, it is Sfere, our time for dejection,-
And can a Jew laugh when the rule is to cry?
.....

Morris Rosenfeld
Ignorance

Oh happy he who cannot see
With scientific eyes;
Who does not know how flowers grow,
And is not planet wise;
.....
Robert Service

Robert Service
Sicilian Emigrant-s Song

Oâ??ehâ??lee! Laâ??la!
Donna! Donna!
Blue is the sky of Palermo;
Blue is the little bay;
.....
William Carlos Williams

William Carlos Williams
Two Songs Of Spain

Fountain, cans't thou sing the song
My Juan sang to me
The moonlit orange groves among?
Then list the words from me,
.....
Isabella Valancy Crawford

Isabella Valancy Crawford
Accordion

Some carol of the banjo, to its measure keeping time;
Of viol or of lute some make a song.
My battered old accordion, you're worthy of a rhyme,
You've been my friend and comforter so long.
.....
Robert Service

Robert Service
Sicilian Emigrant's Song

O-eh-lee! La-la!
Donna! Donna!
Blue is the sky of Palermo;
Blue is the little bay;
.....
William Carlos Williams

William Carlos Williams
Seville

My Pa and Ma their honeymoon
Passed in an Andulasian June,
And though produced in Drury Lane,
I must have been conceived in Spain.
.....
Robert Service

Robert Service
Song Of The Guitar.

In the tenth year of Yuanhe I was banished and demoted to be assistant official in Jiujiang. In the summer of the next year I was seeing a friend leave Penpu and heard in the midnight from a neighbouring boat a guitar played in the manner of the capital. Upon inquiry, I found that the player had formerly been a dancing-girl there and in her maturity had been married to a merchant. I invited her to my boat to have her play for us. She told me her story, heyday and then unhappiness. Since my departure from the capital I had not felt sad; but that night, after I left her, I began to realize my banishment. And I wrote this long poem -- six hundred and twelve characters.

I was bidding a guest farewell, at night on the Xunyang River,
Where maple-leaves and full-grown rushes rustled in the autumn.
.....

Bai Juyi
Confession Iii

Her lonely boat fated to float aimlessly
midstream, weary with sadness, drifting.

Her hold overflowing with duty and feeling,
.....

Ho Xuan Huong
All About You

In the Grandville greyhound station in the lightly drizzlin' rain
Sittin' on my suitcase goin' quietly insane all about you babe all about you
All about you and then no feelin' double dealin' things that you do
Uh every man in Grandville says he knows you well
.....
Shel Silverstein

Shel Silverstein
The Guitar-la Guitarra

The weeping of the guitar
begins.
The goblets of dawn
are smashed.
.....

Federico Garcà­a Lorca
Changing Of The Seasons

Oh the changing of the seasons it's a pretty thing to see
And though I find this balmy weather pleasin'
There's the wind come from tomorrow and I hear it callin' me
And I'm bound for the changing of the seasons
.....
Shel Silverstein

Shel Silverstein
Echo

How sweet the answer Echo makes
To music at night,
When, roused by lute or horn, she wakes,
And far away, o'er lawns and lakes,
.....
Thomas Moore

Thomas Moore
The Old Guitar

Neglected now is the old guitar
And moldering into decay;
Fretted with many a rift and scar
That the dull dust hides away,
.....

James Whitcomb Riley
The White Bull

Ev'ry dusk eye in Madrid,
Flash'd blue 'neath its lid;
As the cry and the clamour ran round,
“The king has been crown'd!
.....
Isabella Valancy Crawford

Isabella Valancy Crawford
The Giaour: A Fragment Of A Turkish Tale

No breath of air to break the wave
That rolls below the Athenian's grave,
That tomb which, gleaming o'er the cliff
First greets the homeward-veering skiff
.....

George Gordon Byron
Scum Of The Earth

There was a group called called Scum of the Earth
And they say they got their birth
In a basement bar on Greek Street down in Soho
The bass man he smoked grass and the drummer he kicked ass
.....
Shel Silverstein

Shel Silverstein
A Serenade

I watch Inesilla
Thy window beneath,
Deep slumbers the villa
In night's dusky sheath.
.....

Alexander Sergeyevich Pushkin
La Paloma In London

About Soho we went before the light;
We went, unresting six, craving new fun,
New scenes, new raptures, for the fevered night
Of rollicking laughter, drink and song, was done.
.....

Claude Mckay
Goya

Goya drew a pig on a wall.
The five-year-old hairdresserâ??s son
Saw, graved on a silver tray,
The lion; and sunsets were begun.
.....

Conrad Potter Aiken
The Ballad Of How Macpherson Held The Floor

Said President MacConnachie to Treasurer MacCall:
“We ought to have a piper for our next Saint Andrew's Ball.
Yon squakin' saxophone gives me the syncopated gripes.
I'm sick of jazz, I want to hear the skirling of the pipes.”
.....
Robert Service

Robert Service
Room 6: The Little Workgirl

Three gentlemen live close beside me-
A painter of pictures bizarre,
A poet whose virtues might guide me,
A singer who plays the guitar;
.....
Robert Service

Robert Service
The Giaour

A Fragment of a Turkish Tale

The tale which these disjointed fragments present, is founded upon circumstances now less common in the East than formerly; either because the ladies are more circumspect than in the 'olden time', or because the Christians have better fortune, or less enterprise. The story, when entire, contained the adventures of a female slave, who was thrown, in the Mussulman manner, into the sea for infidelity, and avenged by a young Venetian, her lover, at the time the Seven Islands were possessed by the Republic of Venice, and soon after the Arnauts were beaten back from the Morea, which they had ravaged for some time subsequent to the Russian invasion. The desertion of the Mainotes on being refused the plunder of Misitra, led to the abandonment of that enterprise, and to the desolation of the Morea,during which the cruelty exercised on all sides was unparalleled even in the annals of the faithful.

.....

George Gordon Byron
The Bride Of The Greek Isle

Fear! I'm a Greek, and how should I fear death?
A slave, and wherefore should I dread my freedom?
I will not live degraded ~
Sardanapalus
.....
Felicia Dorothea Hemans

Felicia Dorothea Hemans
Room 6: The Little Workgirl

Three gentlemen live close beside me --
A painter of pictures bizarre,
A poet whose virtues might guide me,
A singer who plays the guitar;
.....

Robert William Service
The Bermudas - A Shaksperian Research: - Prose

"Who did not think, till within these foure yeares, but that these islands had been rather a habitation for Divells, than fit for men to dwell in? Who did not hate the name, when hee was on land, and shun the place when he was on the seas? But behold the misprision and conceits of the world! For true and large experience hath now told us, it is one of the sweetest paradises that be upon earth."
- "A PLAINE DESCRIPT. OF THE BARMUDAS:" 1613.

In the course of a voyage home from England, our ship had been struggling, for two or three weeks, with perverse headwinds, and a stormy sea. It was in the month of May, yet the weather had at times a wintry sharpness, and it was apprehended that we were in the neighborhood of floating islands of ice, which at that season of the year drift out of the Gulf of Saint Lawrence, and sometimes occasion the wreck of noble ships.
.....

Washington Irving