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#harp
Your heart is a harp: Like sweet serene melodies Let your feelings flow. ~ Poetictouch
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May 8
May 8, 2026 at 6:10 PM UTC
Your Heart Is A Harp
my lover equates me with my favorite instrument; running his fingers down the strings of my flesh, building tension and release as he sees fit. the movement of our lips almost quantized to match each other’s harmony. every taste he acquires from me is another texture added to his collection of sounds. I want to let him know that he can learn me to my very core and play me to his heart’s content like a cherub playing the harp as he ascends the heavens.
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May 7, 2024
May 7, 2024 at 3:13 AM UTC
poetic sexting
Our fingers pluck the Sun's watery rays Our ears glean rippling flam Our salt infused nose breathes the accolade Our eyes know no maxima Our toes caressed by raining kelp Our hesitations entering chromatic depths Ourn Hash tag # to step to greatness Our nuances trampling neckly disquiet Ourie  caesura becalmed Ours to start swimming Our mind surfs the trills Ourselves at one with the sea
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Apr 12, 2023
Apr 12, 2023 at 6:55 AM UTC
Magnitude living with the sea
I'll never talk about what it's not, but I'll tell you what it is It's the jaw harps sound, clear as spring water in open mouths It's an echo clear in a budding clearing And clear enjoyment in the crinkling eyes of a crying wish And as for my old mentor, his name was Kitten Lips Because he purrrrrred when he performed on it
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Aug 22, 2019
Aug 22, 2019 at 6:48 PM UTC
The Harmonica
With poets' sinew, the dream I have will be played like a harp until I wake. Until the time comes I hope one day... the elixir that remains in my mouth will last until death comes.
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Jan 27, 2019
Jan 27, 2019 at 4:07 PM UTC
To Strain Every Nerve
The voice, that dances amongst the beating chambers of your heart strings, the harp’s tune; now tickled, notes reach their staff to descend upon their bass.
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Dec 2, 2018
Dec 2, 2018 at 3:00 PM UTC
Your Sound
Liquid silk drips from my fingers My thirty eager fingers Playing thirty eager chords on my white and sprawling harp Plucking at the strings Like threads fine silver and white they shine (it is night) It is night and the world is dark but for glimmering on my harp a single light lamp like spotlight, hot overhead i stretch my toes where they balance me on the ropes sitting by cold glass i watch the word go by with my eight beady eyes and wait for that promising fly (it is night) It is night and the word is still but for my fingers plucking at the strings of a heart-harp-home, contrast to my dark-clothed figure silhouetted in the windowsill where i have a woven a tiny, quiet song
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Sep 29, 2018
Sep 29, 2018 at 10:00 PM UTC
Untitled
The symptom of an income Harboring distrust Bank accounts and whereabouts Shoulder nod Another facade A deadly game we play Forever young and steady Regardless of the say Can we talk tomorrow It's better just that way
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Sep 11, 2018
Sep 11, 2018 at 2:04 AM UTC
Harp
What goes on in your glowing head when you sit in front of your harp eyes wide shut your fingers thread and pluck, syncing with our heart the way you majestically play fills my ears with angelic tones stunned, I can't look away from your heavenly flowing bones Harp forged from Hephaestus' gold pluck and pick easy as a river's flow soft harmonies of Philip Glass enfold and just for a moment, forgotten woes
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Aug 25, 2018
Aug 25, 2018 at 3:51 PM UTC
Orpheus Reincarnated
Wedding bells in mind Play the harp with all her heart Answering fortune
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Jul 18, 2018
Jul 18, 2018 at 9:03 AM UTC
Bells
A heart shaped harp. Sits in the room. Mirrors displaying each side of the harp, on each side of the heart. The darkness fell on one side. The light on the other. As my heartstrings sowed hands of silk and thorns. As I play the harp in the quiet room, The light formed flowers, The darkness formed thorns. But all in all. It made me. It all adds up to a perfect plan. To a beautiful flower it blooms. So the darkness and pain played a part and so did the gloom.
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Jun 26, 2018
Jun 26, 2018 at 10:34 AM UTC
Harp
h a r p A lady that grew into a devil With strong features and strong hands Expected to be playing around with keys Taunting all the life out Sat still, dressed in white Looking like an goddess against the flames Plucking the strings of an angel's harp And the strings of a hopeless heart
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May 31, 2018
May 31, 2018 at 9:53 AM UTC
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A concrete angel runs her fingers through silver strings. Lose yourself in the depth of her sad blue eyes. She glides over streams of restless arms, an empyrean light flying through umbran constellations. She is neither deaf nor numb to their pain as her harp sings with sweet sadness. As she wonders... How strange and sad it is that death gives peace more than life ever did.
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Jan 15, 2018
Jan 15, 2018 at 7:53 AM UTC
Threnody
All those who die move in grace. They move strumming a harp, in divine orchestration. All those who die move elegantly. They resonate with angels, in grand celebration. All those who die move reborn proclaiming greatness with song as they fly in peace.... playing harp of light for God and Soul.
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Jan 12, 2018
Jan 12, 2018 at 9:50 AM UTC
Oh To Die
Capture my love with a harp and a bow Sing high for my heart but to shoot me, aim low.
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Oct 17, 2017
Oct 17, 2017 at 4:35 PM UTC
Truth for the Troubadour
I can't hold a harp And mourn; For the strings are too weak to bear, The strain.
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May 30, 2017
May 30, 2017 at 11:39 AM UTC
I can't hold a harp
he is so cold hearted stealing her sweetness making her tears fall hard like hail in an ice storm Iike cigar smoke he envelopes her air stealing her breath a bad habit she can't break she curve around him like a beautiful harp while he plays that song that breaks her heart
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Mar 22, 2016
Mar 22, 2016 at 12:40 AM UTC
Stealing Her Breath
Love is the way the sun plays the golden harp of the Earth, one million strings at once, as it sets and lights the horizon's- hills ablaze.
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Apr 6, 2015
Apr 6, 2015 at 3:25 PM UTC
Harp
The way you play your harp, effortlessly weaving your fingers through those nylon strings is oh so captivating. The firm hold you have on your instrument, secure, yet light enough, being careful not to break the mahogany frames. The heedful ears you have, used to listen to the echoing sounds, your harp makes in response to even the slightest flick of your finger. The beautifully composed melody, brought forth by the dissonance and resolution of the sweetest sounds I’ve ever known. Wherever did you get the practice? Perhaps it was from toying with my heart.
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Mar 19, 2015
Mar 19, 2015 at 11:57 PM UTC
Harp
Chained in the dark ocean No life no sun no clouds no moon Nothing there but darkness and gloom Sinking into maddens I claw myself If pain is what keeping me sane What else is there for me to gain? I want to break free I want to be carefree I’m I shouting, or I am I weeping? As my head starts to kneel Accepting fate for what it wants to be? I hear a song, and sound that slowly appears I squinting my eyes and look as far as I can see Suddenly this angel appears magically in front of me Her enchanting smile caught me by surprise Who ever thought this heart could beat again? White warmness all around her Bring life into this fragile body of mine She had Aquarius gems that were her eyes Drowning in them Her voice was singing Her harp reached out Her songs and arms warp around me She broke me out, she made me shout She was my angel that illuminated my world for me Her genuine honest and good heart Kissed me back to life She is an angel, drowned in the bottom of the pool She is that chick that is just too cool People mistaken her for a fool But if you close enough you’ll notice That she is a jewel
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Dec 24, 2014
Dec 24, 2014 at 10:45 PM UTC
Jewel
tonight i explained to a child why my lover let me go. he told me he never loved me because if he had, he would have stayed. i explained to him that love is giving up your entire universe, even exposing your soul to a black hole, to make their lives better. i had to turn away a sobbing angel on my doorstep to remove him from my toxicity. i begged a god to come back down to earth for an hour only to realize he would be happier among the stars than among the sheep. you give up love to improve the life of the one you love. i still drive down the same paths the angel flew down and i still play the harp the god left me love is selfless and beautiful but it is painful and you must be strong. (r.e.)
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Dec 10, 2014
Dec 10, 2014 at 12:22 AM UTC
Why My Lover Let Me Go