by Andrea Dietrich |
Categories:
love,
A reader of the stars am I. I’ve looked
into my crystal ball. Guess what I saw?
The woman of your dreams! You will be hooked
because her charms will fill your heart with awe.
A female with green eyes and princess ways,
she also has a bit of gypsy soul!
With her you will be blessed all of your days.
She is the other half to make you whole.
She’ll challenge you; together you will grow.
One other thing to know . . . curiously
she very much seems to resemble me!
Sept. 3, 2020
for Line Gauthier's Max 12 Lines - Poem-Inspired Prompt Poetry Contest
You can see her little poem that inspired this collaboration over at the contest pages.
by Harry Horsman |
Categories:
love, universe,
With respect there’s nothing to omit
saying I love you within these walls,
everything I write weaves in orbit
whilst time in haste reminds me and calls.
To you with eyes so bright hopes convey
confident from my heart words will pour,
oh gypsy in rags my poem will say
it’s not what I see that’s only the door.
Your pins and needles adorn your face
your hair the colour of liquid grass,
your universe of hard knocks your grace
places you for me top of the class.
If only to live this life again
staple us together lord, amen.
© Harry J Horsman 2014
by Ken Carroll |
Categories:
beauty, love, miss you,
A hidden treasure
shiny and gold
underneath my pillow
almost a perfect circle
once hanging
from a lovely earlobe
on the gypsy lover
that came and went with the moon.
The wind has brought me
her name this morning
I recall the blue and gold scarf
that draped her shoulders
apple-blossom cheeks
bright red lips slightly apart
affection waiting to love
my gypsy lover with golden earring..
This symbol of such beauty
when the light bathed them
they had a sort of twinkle
elegance and grace
adding to her loveliness
mimicking in a strange way
this piece of her left behind
Perhaps she will return to retrieve it
my heart awaits!
~ ~ ~ ~
by Caren Krutsinger |
Categories:
dream, fantasy,
The gypsy life appeals to me
I love fun Bohemian ways
Pretty jewelry, fancy skirts
Their beautiful wagons
My hippie-like self
Vicarious
Wonderlust
gypsy
Love
by Gregory Richard Barden |
Categories:
lost love, love, memory,
then ...
I close my eyes
to find the forsaken
dancing like a gypsy in my skin
but unreachable
the prayer I breathe
lost to time, like weep to rain
yet ... it blooms
there - in the never-black
that smile ...
floating your face like a lily
tender lashes above
butterflies, waking the day
a call to worship
of the faultless bloom, white as lies
tempting as a truth
and sweet as ...
death.
by Caren Krutsinger |
Categories:
2nd grade, 3rd grade, 4th grade, 5th grade, 6th grade, 7th grade, 8th grade,
Beautiful rainbow prisms fascinate and charm my gypsy soul,
They show me new light and loving ways, and make me feel whole.
They flicker and dance around me, with lovely orbs of light and love.
These fancy faerie like glitter balls are clearly designed by those above.
Our hidden dreams and wishes prance forth in their shine as is their duty.
Crystal balls, prisms, lava lamps, and other light givers are a thing of beauty.
Glamorous, exquisite, and pretty enough to catch a young one’s fancy,
I will follow my prisms to faerie land, where angels are all dance-y.
by Sean Wolff |
Categories:
beauty, freedom, moon, nature, poetry, spiritual, visionary,
Brave needs to be the man
who keeps up with him on feet
he’s a prophet, a hermit,
a wizard
a gypsy, and a thief
He knows what they think
they tell you he’s off
a little bit strange
his working with spells and potions
and vacations to other planes
could very easily make
others feel some type of way
He only asks you have belief
in him and the love you lead
just don’t ask him to change
for he couldn’t even begin to think
of a life without you
and his need to be free
by Caren Krutsinger |
Categories:
art, god, muse,
Enthusiasm sweeps me up and
tosses me casually into the wind.
I travel heights never travelled before
To far away places
Smelling flowers not fully visualized
More fragrant than any earthly daisy
The sights are vague as I am tossed about,
but gently, endearingly
I do not argue or fight this freedom
I am feeling, unencumbered
in every way, an honor to my gypsy soul self
Encouraged to create art in a variety of forms
God given utter joy and permission
to create whatever I desire with bliss and love
by Mark J. Halliday |
Categories:
beauty, funny love, magic, music, passion, song, symbolism,
Guitars seduce me
With stacatto semi-tones
Spanish Gypsy scales
by Allan Koven |
Categories:
love, lust, romance, romantic,
LOVE ON FIRE
Desire dances on a pedestal of love.
An eclectic flair of hard wired emotions
playing on a fiddle of gypsy strings
creating tension with every note.
hanging in the air waiting for a sound
so pure, so innocent, so delicate.
so perfectly exquisite for the moment
that it is often remembered for a lifetime.
CAK 7-5-2013
QUICK SYNOPIS
Love seems to be a main topic
of many that write for Poetry Soup.
It seems to linger on the outskirts of ones mind
and whatever that means to the person
at the moment, it was a significant
part of their past.
Good, bad or indifferent,
it is seldom forgotten.
by Gypsyof Essence |
Categories:
adventure, beauty, boyfriend, freedom, friendship, girlfriend, happiness, life, love, morning, passion, together, uplifting,
Glorious are the days we ride, my love.
You and I riding in the morning light.
Passions racing hearts are thundering.
Sunrise explodes pink and purple streaks across the sky.
You and I smiling, riding together in the first light.
Kindred spirits racing together chasing the morning star.
Intoxicated on the morning air.
Nowhere, but here in this moment.
Glorious is the day we ride.
by I Am Anaya |
Categories:
love, mothers day,
A Sonnet For Gloria
My mother’s eyes of ebony, sparkling stars
Carefully, she paints her lips' gypsy red
A cascade of flowing ringlets, her hair shines from afar
Muscatels quaint flowers, she wore on her head
Her costume; polka-dot, red and white
To have spent more time with dance, her regrets
Her smell unique, perfume is there more delight?
With my small hands in hers she taught me castanets
A spirited folklore, so well I know
Flamenco music hath a far more pleasing sound
I grant I never saw a goddess glow
My mother, when she tapped, stomped the ground
And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare
As any revealed, beyond compare
by Jeremy Street |
Categories:
angel, baby, jesus, love,
Setting apart her world outside..
Clustering stars brilliantly, they shine
Holy the sacred vile harmonious his meridian
Angel greetings from afar bejeweled a child's palette
Northern lights their passing comets; splendour's colours
She swirls these gypsy moths so gather such, quantum dreams....
Parallel the Antartic Circles idee fixed sansculottes ? Savior-faire libra's
Ten thousand years sanguine hearts love's lion wakes a rendezvous; juvenis.
by Brooke Dylan |
Categories:
love,
you came into my life
like a gypsy that make me drunk
on life and love with all your words
holding on between the tears
there you were
singing my praises
holding my hand
making love to me
between each sip
of love and life
hope and dreams
the wine overflowed
your touch was so rare
like no other I declare!
my darling you are
I sing into your ear each night
holding my form to you with all your might
dear darling speak to me
your simple words of love
that holds me bound to your
form of song
to kiss my lips
in your mind
my darling
there you are....
You are my darling, yes you are.....
Brooke Dylan 2014
by Gypsyof Essence |
Categories:
adventure, devotion, friendship, happiness, love, magic, uplifting,
Take my hand, as we walk this magic land.
Travelling together down the long road,
Full of gold, till we get old.
We will always have one another to hold,
Because we will not fold.
Even when it gets cold.
These lives shared because we cared.
We were not scared.
Even when we did not dare,
to breathe in the cold air.
When I could not bare anymore,
You led me to the magic land by the hand.
Where we took a stand,
not sure where we would land.
We could have been banned,
for making this last stand.
But there is magic in this strange land,
as we walk, hand in hand.
Gypsy of Essence
by Kerry Singleton |
Categories:
life, life, universe,
My feet walk a thousand miles
new places new faces
it's what I like best
A bohemian gypsy
Free & easy I live my day
under the warmth of the tropical sun
under the star filled universe
I have no regrets
Peace & love is what's real
tattoo's on a suntanned body
toe rings anklets & bracelets wrapped in a sarong
This earth is my home
forever I will roam
A drifter that is me
living life today
living my life
my way!
by Deborah Petriscak |
Categories:
child, daughter, mother daughter,
Child of Song
You are my love child, child of song.
Sweet surprise when all the stars were perfectly aligned
And happiness was that white picket fence.
I thought you were my last.
So I named you for contentment.
Butterscotch sunlight, crystal beads, rainbows, toast and jam
Gypsy moments wrapped in a fuzzy robe.
I sang you lullabies.
Little dark girl you grew too fast.
In beauty and spirit, my wild child, my sparkle child
Not delicate, (that was a ruse), but strong.
My image only better.
Now seasons pass and change has come.
Child-woman, daughter-friend, looking forward, holding back
Trembling at the brink of future choices.
Go on. I will be here.
(c) 2002
by Daver Austin |
Categories:
life, lovered,
LOVE STORIES (6 Haikus)
on one long low string
plumbing the depth of despair
violincello
like sharp pixie nails
teasing hurting sadistic
mascara blue smoke
she says “I love you”
perfumed breath mascara eyes
flask of red red wine
both vulnerable
blue cigarette smoke curling
tears empty bottle
gypsy violin
blue cigarette smoke curling
sans paroles
sorrow and despair?
no! a D arpeggio
sun flowers health life!
by Johnny Rhinem |
Categories:
angel, art, autumn, love,
A bouquet in chocolate covered, rose made words....
Delivered the ballast their coronet and love's, communion
Anise her chatelaine esoteric, epitaphs ? Andromeda, gypsy moths
Metamorphe this curtain of night as she an effusion sub rosa: time's talisman
Archaic play'mates a covenant prolific cherubs,
...."In Progress." *:*(*
by Panagiota Romios |
Categories:
cute, funny, humor, humorous,
There was a Rubenesque gypsy from France,
Who made love to all the pirates of Penzance!
Alas~condemned to walk the plank.
Till she flashed her voluptuous, sun-tanned flank!
Captain so pleased~no plank,just asked,
His "Sea Biscuit" to dance!
July 11, 2019
8:20pm PST
Formerly entitled His Sea Biscuit
by Shadow Hamilton |
Categories:
freedom,
Ahoy listen to the sounds of bird song
the screaming of the gulls way out to sea
let your mind drift to distant times and long
for freer times when you were a gypsy
Now bound by love you left the road behind
no longer travelling by caravan
your life now is not free but confined
you sit hoping waiting for the mailman
A fiery wanton beauty you once were
you no longer know who you have become
remembering past times as fast they blur
to their memories you have to succumb
Wanton gypsy dance with me by firelight
pleasure me as we dally in moonlight
by Kerry Singleton |
Categories:
life, travel, me, me,
Faith i see it in your eyes
but I cant stay, I have a gypsy heart
no love I'm blank like a starless night
you say stay, let me hold you awhile
but your desperation makes me want to run
no promises or lies, my truth is in my eyes
I'm never sorry, for I don't give hope
I just like to be me, feel the freedom as it comes
no plan to be made my journey under my feet
for this soul of mine carries me to where my destiny lies
for i am just a gypsy girl following my gypsy path in this crazy messed up world..
by Amelia Harmon |
Categories:
imagination
I am a shadow,
A passing thought,
Hiding on the edges,
The fringes,
From those who would call me a witch,
A Godless vagrant,
Not so Godless as they might think,
Luck and Fortune my siblings,
Water, Earth, Air, and Fire my parents,
Love my only binding,
Free as any bird in the sky,
Any fish in the sea,
Free to wander as I please,
Dabbling in palm reading and fortune telling,
I am not to be tied down,
Not a carefree wind,
But a playful wind,
With Love in my thoughts,
Hope in my breast,
And Freedom my dearest friend,
I am a gypsy,
Vagrant wanderer,
Free spirit,
Lover,
Mother,
Me!
by Alex J Stokas |
Categories:
lost love, memory,
Wanted to touch your face moment I saw you
In softlight on stone stairs grasping that rail-
Coy downcast gaze -
Looked into those soft blue eyes
Heard warm words from your precious lips-
Wanted to kiss you again,
Hold you close and chase the moon-
Guess time takes its toll.
Distant train whistle-calls
Reluctantly we move along …
Following lifepaths which lead to unknown times
You perhaps slightly northward to a new life--
I to explore gypsy-like
Unable to tell my own fortune.
by John Allen |
Categories:
parodywords, love,
Just another love poem
jotted so arrogantly down on page
blotted ink and emotional stink
recorded wastefully for my age
I could go on about you
your grace, face, all of the above-- and below
but would these words be true
or callous inventions with lewd intentions
to make you blush and glow
oh sure, romance and dance
unjust lust and gypsy wine
coil your heart around my words
and we'll get along just fine
Brazen? Arrogant? Yes, that would be me
cast upon my rocks and shore, adore my reverie
they're just love poem words
Their emptiness would fill the sea.