Best Gypsies Poems

We are the children
of the Four
A wandering race
The leaves, trees
and streams feed us
The earth, water and
winds sustain us
We belong to no man
A race so
complicated
You talk about us
with hushed voices
From behind your
hands
Always looking down
The idea of us so
precious

You don't deserve us
Never looking in our
eyes
As though the...

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Open your eyes

What’s the world to be

All indications

Points to misery


Pain and heartache

Destruction of atmosphere

All for money

One day man would sell you air


Open your mind

This system cannot work

No well intended leader

Can rule to save our souls


If we’re not together

Choosing to live in peace

Adhere to justice

A World...

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Beautiful, busty black haired gypsy girls
looking at me
like they want to steal my heart
and keep the money they find in my back pocket
Those beautiful gypsy girls
rolling through my town
showing leg and drinking champagne
for no reason what so ever
and the one thousand year old grandmother
with five...

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Gypsies

Across a misty channel
Sensor fingers
Stretch
Through foggy, silent waves
Where two souls embrace
In expeditions of speechless discovery
Two minds stand naked,
Face to face,
With wordless words
Each knowing the inner rhyme 
Of another soul –
Intimate outside skin and limbs.

Across the barriers of minutes, hours, months
Two silent gypsies wander,
Through heartbeats
They stand,...

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my 
skin were
like a morning

rays,
that rose
in the sky,

almond 
shape eye,
dark with the dusk,

round ,
monsoon face
pure timid lips,



grandma talked often
best she could -

don't forget the 
past, where
we -

sailed across the 
orient waves
seeking -

and the seagulls,
the boat
and

our fading heritage,
make it
alive -

where we came,
where we gone.

Hay (na) ku...

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Sisters of nature, gathered hand an hand, 
Finger tip to finger tip, as the goblets
Are filled high, and thus passed 
Amongst one another.
Nymphs of the evergreen wild, celebrating
The springs rebirth, listen to the drumming beat, 
Of seasonal change, it plays in perfect harmony,
With the earth's...

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His voice is as a still whisper, a hushed sigh 
Rippling through the evergreen mountain pines,
A spiritual being calls in native tongue, come unto
Me, my chosen people of the sacred plains.
The drums beat in the setting sun, as the tribes
Join together in one bands march,...

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The Benaminis are a family of rodents,
who live their lives capitalizing on other
peoples' residences,
They scope the homes when they're not 
home,
or invade it when only one member's alone,
They scamper up and down,
acting like confounded clowns,
going through closets and secret hiding places,
at the end of their...

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~Gypsies Tramps and Thieves~
Gypsies what do we think, the word is coupled with hate
But were the original gypsies - aware of their fate
The Egyptian forebears were exiled from their home
Supposedly for hiding Jesus so too other continents they did roam
The Romaine Egyptians, were then exiled...

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I close my eyes as I turn every corner
Not wanting to see my death
Or the piano falling
Landing on my head 
You could call me nuts, crazy cow
Stupid *****
I won't react to you
Or even flinch and inch
Call me a whore, skank gypsy
Whatever it is you like
Your...

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Nomadic tribes traveling along forgotten
Mountain passes.
A village built upon wooden wagon wheels.
A homeless nation searching for a homeland
That no longer exists.
People cast asunder at the four winds mercy,
Without roots safety line.
Cultural diversity an unexceptionable social, 
Barrier to non-conform to the societies norm.
Outcasts gypsies living on...

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They are around my way like the autumn leaves.
Anybody can call them gypsies, tramps, and thieves.
Cher can describe my neighbors with her hit song.
The title being descriptive certainly is not wrong.
Some of my lawn furniture was stolen this spring.
Who would be low enough to do...

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Oh when the cold lurks past our doors,
we gypsies love your heated seats.
Stars guide our weary hearts,
better yet, headlights show the streets.
 
We journey together,
one heartbeat echo’s for all.
My people voice together,
next stop, the nearest mall!
 
Charms of wisdom and luck,
sometimes ward off ghostly creatures.
Your...

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We ride across the desert sands
Like pirates out at sea. 

Two Humvees accompany me 
 12 gypsies all we be

We fly the Jolly Roger, a symbol 
Big and bold, 

We sail a cross the desert sand 
Happy pirates what we be. 
We sport heavy fire...

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Spear fishing love
Old most ancient way of life
Of Sea Gypsies job....

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