Harps Poems - Poems about Harps

The womb of a mother is a cradle for a child to grow in a nine month gestation grace period is a child's sweet elation Mother tenderly sings to her little one as she waits to give birth ! A mother is a vessel of purity, also a Mother's heart, is full of...

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no one saw it,no one heard it abyss of loneliness ...

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I went down to the zoo today, I watched the pink flamingos cuddle their lovely long necks swaying in little loving nuzzles. Such graceful heartstrings they caressed my spirit; brought me to a near swoon. Such passion those two did possess; were so very much in-tune. Leaving my heart valves, all aflutter those flamingo bells were ringing. The ecstasy they appeared to muster that I...

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Rain Harps Angels pluck on strings of dew that drift from rain pink skies. Vibrations of their harps ring true and touch our daily lives. Angels pluck on silver strands that shower from gray clouds. Peaceful melodies from hands in dulcet tones endowed. 6/21/18 APRIL 2019 PREMIER 3 Sponsored by: Brian Strand...

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The music had me feeling optimistic, hopeful. They were playing love harps, an all-encompassing song. In rain sleep, I sensed the angels before I saw them. Surrounded by love, I feel nothing can go wrong. Submitted to Vermillion Scythe's Quatrain Contest Angels In The Rain June 19, 2018...

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Your love for song is all over known, All fair boys lure you with the melody Of their ill-tuned harps, and tone Their ill-meant motives of the body With deceptive tunes that easily tempt. But I think there's much you can learn From the didactic lyrics of maturer harps That pipe the theme of beauty's sun That only rises because it intends to...

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A choir of Angels in heaven plays Angelic pastorale music with golden harps and amaze ...

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. . . . . . . . . . . . . swaying reeds chiming with the breeze as silver branches dart strumming a dream, at will, beneath harps of light rainfall pours like a fluid spout… in this sacramental space, quiet stalls and a single cypress stands guard allowing stars to roam along the marsh, here, candles pray...

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Legions of angels Laud and glorify Thy name With harps of pure gold Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired © All Rights Reserved Placed No. 1 in Linda-Marie's "Sunday Senryu" - "An Angel's Anthem" Contest - Aug 2010...

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(Triple Tetractys) It happened so quickly I was amazed. The fog lifted, to reveal a painting like an artist's imagined fairy tale. A sea of cloud supporting a new world. Peaks, valleys, and forests, in the heavens. I found myself looking for the beanstalk!...

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A vaporetto upon the sea A love departs that could never be- Tears trickle down face, Mahler played at his slowest pace, Langsum,adagietto-slow. Scene from Death in Venice...

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