Harpist Poems - Poems about Harpist

Delicate hands sweep over the strings Stirring chords and melodies meet, The harpist gently plunks and pings Producing music soft and sweet. She does not smile, concentrating On the nuances of each crescendo, Tenor of the performance elevating Each measure a startling innuendo. The climax brings a stirring rush Exhilarating orchestral responses As over the audience falls a hush The music its hearers ensconces. Written July...

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When you arrive at Gibeah of God, where the garrison of the Philistines is located, you will meet a band of prophets coming down from the place of worship. They will be playing a harp, a tambourine, a flute, and a lyre, and they will be prophesying. 1 Samuel 10:5 David, together with the commanders...

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By chance I watched a wonderful harpist play Karolyn is her name and she always makes my day Every other Sunday she’s at my favorite coffee shop She’s so good I watch her till she has to stop She plays many of my favorite songs Which inspires me to sing some of my favorite sing-a-longs I enjoy Sunday afternoons when I...

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As if she stretched both sides of her smile in pizzicato, then lets go... Each note ascends, circles her head like a halo. Cascading strings send shivers through clouds. ‘Nine’ giggles — the proverbial cumulus- humulus. The harpist angel weaves her fingers in ancient frolic. The instrument, rocks like a baby in her mother’s arms, with wings upright. Tight like friends, bound to serve, their souls are one. The shalom of solitude and harmony, sympathetic ...

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She plucks her harp with passion seen, A passion, passion, passion seen. Her face, as summers had once been. Her face warm thaws a freeze. Now climates changing seasons tease, The seasons, seasons, seasons tease. Yet she with passion plays with ease. Yet she plays, sharing joy! Her lilting music, calming ploy, A calming, calming, calming ploy. Every note doth the cold destroy! Every season well...

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harpist gold ringlets encircle her face plucking silver strings 1/2/2018 Silent One/Monoku: Colours...

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Ethereal harpist my soul you caress infusing my tune with a sweet happiness. Gently you pluck at the strings of my heart giving my song a new meaningful part. I seek you in darkness beyond what is real and cling to the ways your soft touch makes me feel. I hold to you tightly and wait for the night where fantasy reigns over all...

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