Robert Green

As My Guitar Gently Weeps - Poem by Robert Green

Stood in the corner gathering dust
Steel strings
Pitted with rust
Loose and untuned
Waiting to be held
Arms wrapped around
Waiting for the caress of fingers
For passion to make it dance again
To feel fingers press and glide
To make this old instrument young again.
A love song to play
The player to sway
A lover long lost
Never forgotten
To bring to life
A song once sung


Comments about As My Guitar Gently Weeps by Robert Green

  • Veteran Poet - 1,417 Points Shahzia Batool (5/4/2013)

    A lovely poem...shows your obsession with your gets obsessed with the things he uses like this, it's natural! instruments work wonders when they produce sad tunes...esp.guitar and violin...weep really! ! ! (Report) Reply

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  • Gold Star - 4,549 Points Elizabeth Padillo Olesen (11/18/2012 1:09:00 PM)

    I love this, Robert. Maybe because I understand how it is when guitar is not touched for sometime and what joy it is when you are able to hold it again and play your song. This poem can apply to a number of situations in life. Smartly written... (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 5,164 Points Walterrean Salley (11/11/2012 2:26:00 AM)

    A beautiful salute to the guitar, a string instrument - among my favorites. Thank you. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Amatulla Mohammadi (3/11/2012 4:29:00 AM)

    this poem is very nicely written :) (Report) Reply

  • Silver Star - 4,045 Points Dave Walker (3/9/2012 8:45:00 AM)

    A great poem, reminds me of my guitar,
    Not played it for a long time. A great write. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, February 14, 2012

Poem Edited: Saturday, March 3, 2012

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