Horsehair Poems - Poems about Horsehair

...Violins plucking strings of horsehair, satin ribbons violet violate a dark foresaken world like a beautiful dream romance unravels the sweet pain comes undone then those wild horses dance......Read the rest...

...Pick a place you want to go The answer never will be no How about a rustic inn? One where we have never been With cottages on private coves Overlooking lilac groves Horse and buggy romance ride......Read the rest...

...I am drugged by music the horsehair bow, key and peddle the blow and boom' of windpipes and drums. Unfinished symphonies leave me mewing like a wounded gull forever beached on that last note......Read the rest...

...Bought home in a battered case one day He took it out and and scratched away Playing out of tune and terribly flat He scared the daylights out of the cat The horsehair that ran along the bow ......Read the rest...

...The Miller High Life bottle cap a perfect circle – like the fattened moon face leering through broken windows — shards glitter the floor like fallen constellations your black pearl eyes two mu......Read the rest...

...On the Isle of Skye, water runs down the Cuillin mountains into waterfall streams It's a beautiful and tranquil place Where the local fairies live, play and dream A red-bearded Scotsman walks fr......Read the rest...

...A lonely fiddle, its strings once taut tense and stretched, waiting to be tuned and played. The limp horsehair bow, longs to be tightened and drawn in sweet reverberations. From the poem "Strin......Read the rest...

...The judge is snoring for victory of my conviction Every night, I merry in comfort of his spouse My skin has become a palimpsest of fleeting sensation And each layer bore the imprint of my Doxie ......Read the rest...

...A lonely fiddle, its strings once taut tense and stretched, waiting to be tuned and played. The limp horsehair bow, longs to be tightened and drawn in sweet reverberations. A grounded kite, too......Read the rest...

...B52s above the Aleutians? It never was a Red Dread global mission. Fidel was just Galician patrician, and Ho and Mao were scholarly Confucians. They wore those uniforms like horsehair vests, t......Read the rest...

...her fingers play like spiders nimbly dancing on a web of iron it lies on the smoothest rosewood her prey is built of horsehair such powerful vibrations! such music to her ears! quickly her pr......Read the rest...

...It was a tin-roof wooden house standing Across the red brick cobblestone street Adjacent to a wide open field full Of shady live oak and sweet smelling tangerine trees where My father’s boyhood ho......Read the rest...

...Goin alone, Why must my travels be so stale. No love to quote, no tales to tell, I'm on troubled waters, no beacon to see. At home I'm always alone. Why O' why? No satiation in my soul, I'm idle and......Read the rest...

...Cloudburst Louis Paints in colors bright Imagination driven With all of his might Blessed canvas glows Pure horsehair magic Beauty born from pain Muse favors tragic Autism schism Torn from the worl......Read the rest...

...I. Creation Before the troubles of the world infect the soul The magic of imagination creates a womb Devoid of torment, pain, and stress. Rainforests, Jungles, beaches, other worlds of elation......Read the rest...