Best Patios Poems

Flowered patios,
admired for their charm,
Andalusian patios lovingly cared for.
As new-born babies 
that Andalusian women take care of 
with gentleness, dedicating
their time with the same devotion
to...

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I miss marigold mornings 
with soft sunrises and perfumed wind 
whispering through willow branches 
and watercolour windows
to join the sultry scent of caramel coffee.
I long...

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Autumn brings leaves in multifarious hues,
Time's flow quickly readies us for winter's blow.
Fun days on our patios will soon turn to blues,
As it takes its...

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I know the land
where the lemon-tree flowers
Autonomous region in Sicily
Those beautiful beaches
seducing the travellers
Sicani people around 8,000 B.C.

I know the land
where the lemon-tree flowers
the largest...

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After the dreary, dismal cold days of winter,
Bogged down by mounds of snow, 
Chicago, the indomitable city,
Dogged by ears-flapping, bone-chilling winds,
Emerges like a blooming flower...

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  "Weather Forecast - Twister Terror"



twister touchdown twirling free
black funnel cloud spins angrily
wind crackling branches on bare trees
neighborhoods in panic freeze ...
beware windows and...

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The twinkling shine of dark eyes
Chestnut locks, effortlessly waved
Like the tides of the ocean
Practicing yoga on rainy patios
While cigarette ashes burn my skin

Morrissey sung the...

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I was was born in Ottawa, Canada and have lived here all my life and have 
never wanted to leave.  It is a beautiful...

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Old man winter takes off his coat of white.
the fallen leaves have been brushed aside with  just wind and times magic touch
The birds sing...

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In the ashes of a home
Remains a stone fireplace
That still stands against the sky
Decaying at its own pace
Earth, water, and wind 
Now its only adversaries,...

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we arrived and the world city did not expect
that we were as we are
the houses whispered about us
special tenants
I know we paid with our souls
to...

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The mild pace of my brain
Around fancy words like tamer and solace
Calm like a crystal clear lake
High up in the mountains of Tibet
 
Bruno could...

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Patios,parasol bedecked
wandering wasps picnicing ,unchecked....

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Grey mounds of a futile landscape
Life is a feeling the fuel 
Rain thunders; under cover drape
Remote, imm'diate and truthful 
Neb'lous clouds in illusion shape

O', but...

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I drink privilege, I breath iniquity.
Everything around me wreaks of docile obsequisy.
I was a born a prince, of a minor province.
And ever since, I have...

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