Hart Poems - Poems about Hart

Verse I: He always sits under a flowery Willow Tree and dreams of flying a reindeer over quite Boulder City; the torrid Nevada heat doesn't make him sweat, he drinks beer, never takes off his cow-boy hat! Chorus: Be Santa for one night,...Read the rest...

When night calls moaning winds to come ‘midst chilling currents from the Sound Hart Island’s hidden souls rest from life’s heartaches known above the ground. Come hear the raven’s haunting cries as slanting shadows overtake to grip forgotten graves...Read the rest...

I have stood beneath your Bridge and marveled at the music being whispered in its wires. I saw America flash pass on your train riding west, a kaleidoscopic rush of signs knitted into a vision too large to hold in one mind. You...Read the rest...

As whirlwinds in the musicscape that blow so wild, The duo sang, played guitar, and albums compiled; Both rocked like vigorous rocks in a rough earthquake, Their unbreakable records they only did break...! Played and sang at their very...Read the rest...

She missed out on music lessons as a child. Her parents taught her piano, which was so mild. For years, she worked poorly and was lackluster. And quit piano as a preteen as she couldn't muster. She preferred Brian...Read the rest...

Her pink okra fingers play violoncello, Rises from her harmonic throat songs so mellow; Is she a swallow? A skylark? A Nightingale? Or the Greek goddess Calliope's sweet-sounding tale...? An amalgamation of Bach and Beethoven, Splays open, in and through...Read the rest...

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We have gone to the Kruger Park, and are now back, All roads there are paved, But for adventure, you can drive along very doable Sand roads, the crocodile river runs parallel to These sand roads and if you...Read the rest...

In my dream I wandered into a basement piano bar because someone told me it was the secret place to get great waffles. Sitting at the piano was Beth Hart crooning sorrowful songs, no other...Read the rest...

ONLY YESTERDAY Looking ahead through A dirty pane of glass, I remember yesterday, The old man on the bench, A drenched French Loaf of bread, forgotten Beside an empty Bottle of wine, Half asleep in the cold His hair whipping Beating his face The rain harsh,...Read the rest...

Poems about Poets VI beMused Michael R Burch Perhaps at three you'll come to tea, to have a cuppa here? You'll just stop in to sip dry gin? I only have a beer. To name the greats: Pope, Dryden, mates? The whole world knows their names. Discuss...Read the rest...

Pearl Hart was Canadian Born, And she put her poor parents to test. She met and fell for a ne'er-do-well gambler, Who eventually took her out west. Inspired and enamored by the strong women there, And the heroes and Wild...Read the rest...

You hold the key to my hart now and forevermore Yet I know your hearts been broken but I hope I'm the cure For my love for you runs deep and that will never change I'd...Read the rest...

Ek was gevra om ietsie oor Pa te sê Maar waar begin ek nou Wanneer daar eintlik net een ding is wat ek nou wil doen Om steeds my arms om Pa te vou Maar nou is Pa weg Na...Read the rest...

I was in love with him, Without any particular reason or logic behind, Just pure love. I blame the chemistry and the pheromones. I don’t know what he felt about me, and I didn’t care about that. I...Read the rest...