Guitar Leads Wrapped in Divine Red Roses

I need to dedicate this to Eli, because she has always helped me so much with my poetry.

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His fingers crawl with ease
up and down it's narrow neck.
The sound as sweet as lullabys
flows off-beat, but right in check

Guitar leads wrapped in divine red roses.
Dead-end guitar riffs to soothe their voices.
And this is what I breath for...

Division...Unision...
it's among us, all the same.
Locked inside the heart
of the morbid beast
it tamed

And I find myself falling
into guitar leads and roses
And lost with the distorted riffs
that sooth the tired voices.

The air is still; the chorus forgotten
He exhales and starts again
The sounds is soft, the words are rotten
Malicious;
Exquisite.

He's in his own dimension now.
A state of black-out recognition
Don't shake him of this sight or sound.
Laced up in thoughts of vanquished ambition.

He bows among guitar leads
and sweet, divine red roses
and plays one last dead-end riff
immersed in screaming voices

That is insanely pretty.

What the fuck.

Three dedications in one day, all from my favorite poets.

You definitely are one of my favorites, you inspire me too. Please post more Z <3

His fingers crawl with ease
up and down it's narrow neck.
The sound as sweet as lullabys
flows off-beat, but right in check

Very Nice rhyme, it didnt sound forced at all.

Guitar leads wrapped in divine red roses.

What is that symbolizing....
Dead-end guitar riffs to soothe their voices.
And this is what I breath for...
Those to seemingly simple lines had alot of passion in them.

Division...Unision...
it's among us, all the same.
Locked inside the heart
of the morbid beast
it tamed
Surprisingly, I love that, it just seems out of place there, but it's really unique and I think in a different poem it would have been even more amazing.

And I find myself falling
into guitar leads and roses

Theres that roses thing again, repeated metaphors are nice, I just wish I knew the connection bewteen the two.

And lost with the distorted riffs
that sooth the tired voices.
More repeativenss, and it's a good thing in this case.

The air is still; the chorus forgotten
He exhales and starts again
The sounds is soft, the words are rotten
Malicious;
Exquisite.
Working in a new rhyme/rythem pattern was a good idea, it switched things up.

He's in his own dimension now.
A state of black-out recognition
Don't shake him of this sight or sound.
Laced up in thoughts of vanquished ambition.
I'm glad you went back the original theme, switching too often seems amature, but you nailed it.


He bows among guitar leads
and sweet, divine red roses

Yes, you will have to tell me the rose metaphor. I don't even gte it and it keeps the vibe of the poem going.
and plays one last dead-end riff
immersed in screaming voices
Kind of an odd ending, it wasnt what I expected, and thats actually a good thing. Being unpredictable is a sign of individuality.

"Guitar leads wrapped in divine red roses"

that was inspired by a picture I saw. That was where the whole poem came from.

I guess it symoblizes my love for music.

Thank you, everyone, for the comments.
They mean alot to me.

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"Guitar leads wrapped in divine red roses"

that was inspired by a picture I saw. That was where the whole poem came from.

I guess it symoblizes my love for music.

Thank you, everyone, for the comments.
They mean alot to me.

Love, Roses, makes sense now

Wow. I read most of the poetry you post on here and this has got to be my favorite. Your word choices were amazing and I love the theme you chose to write about. Brilliant. I love it.