Horsehair Poems - Poems about Horsehair

...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 More

...Strike the bow across my strings and let me sing For unseen spirits in the sunshine, I’ll cry the heart’s lament, Give voice to silent sorrows, That rest inside your heart, If you would take me ......Read More

...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 More

...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 More

...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 More

...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 More

...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 More

...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 More

...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 More

...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 More

...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 More