Best Gipsy Poems

ate summer - gipsy violinist

In the immense mass of a green leaves
flashed the red and yellow ones
The promise of a change
  messengers of the...

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“Good Morning! I know you are busy. Will you stop for a while for an interview?”

Sir, what do you want to know? If only you...

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Romance Day And Night

How the Romans played their moonlit dreams
splashing out near viaducts of love I can only
wonder same as with knights in shining armour
or...

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Once a Seafarer 
I was thinking of my life as a seafarer endless
voyaging like a gipsy of the seas.
It was the best of times because...

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I want to die because of sorrow.
I wish I embrace you before joining the death row.
I`m ready to god taking everything I gain.
So that I...

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Bathing on the mild mid-afternoon sparks sun-charmed,
Reclined on a wave lounge, the pulse of the landscape warmed
My mellowed sighs mollified by colognes of fragranced jasmine,
The...

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A young damsel was,
Walking in the green forest,
Searching for the old gypsy,
Known by palm readings,
Predicting about present,
With a great accuracy.

The gipsy told to,
The damsel that...

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A stranger passing                      ...

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Great were the old times
When we first met eye in eye
Green was the grass everywhere
Sorrows we had not in our minds
For memorial stories we shared
Our...

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I
The beggar outside the supermarket
You swore was picked up later
In a flashy car
Sat there in the sun for 8 hours
While you pissed & moaned
All the...

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On Summers eve-you danced by night
On sweet-scented breeze by the campfires light
Your flaming hair-locks swirling wild-
desires and passion you did rile.
My Gypsy maid from Clare's...

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Arrived is now Spring,
The scents of flowers 
scattered in the fields 
Awaken feelings of sleeping children.

Here, the breeze that goes 
Between flowering almonds.

There, weeping of...

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( COME BACK ) 

There's naught in the town and its profitless pleasures,
no comfort in labor, no gladness in play.
The beat of my bosom but...

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I plagiarized a verse
           Japanese,
          that...

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Around me I see only Jealousy,
Why do they see me as a Heresy? 
Do they want to make me go through an Autopsy?
Or do they...

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