Best Venice Poems

I can still recall the look upon His face

Each thought still makes me go to that enchanting place

The vernal air was floral sweet and honey breezed

 We roamed along Venice's zigzagged lanes and cobbled streets

On our  secret rendezvous,We hugged affectionately under pastel gothic galleries

Greeted...

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A night in Venice (in sotto voce)


Moonlight shimmers over the Adriatic sea
Stars dancing on the waves in perfect symmetry
We talk of ancient adventure and gallantry

Masquerading dancers begin to fill the street
Smiling as they parade by, shuffling their feet
Unconsciously, we both are swaying to the beat

Inside...

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Venice, the daughter of the sea
Winding paths, waterways or cobblestones roads
Rulers of the renaissance, noblemen would be
Her navy full of conquests, her triumphs all would see

From nobility rose, a woman fair
Her life a whirlwind, with her share of despair
Banished from Venice, for daring to speak
Her...

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Paris today, Venice tomorrow
   If I'm out of cash, I'll borrow

The Arc de Triomphe and Louvre
   The Gondola metropolis
I'll sample every famous
   Continental megalopolis

Stroll the Champs-Elysees
   Marvel at glass-blown finery
Smile at the Mona Lisa
   Take...

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At age twenty one, I first visited Venice Italy.
I wanted so badly to experience a gondola ride, 
so I went to the Murano glass factory joining two unknown
girlfriends who spoke English, but chose to ignore me 
and began speaking French, then kept laughing, as I...

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Moneylender 

You were rejected by your fellow man
A pound of flesh to heal your wounded pride
A just reward for squelching on a loan

Your hatred toward these men-- I understand
Burns deeply in your heart and it resides
You were rejected by your fellow man

They bully you, so...

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Venice, Italy, is a crazy shamozzle of new and old 
Where junk, graffiti, decay, stunning beauty, 
     history and culture poverty and opulence, all reside side by side, bobbing. 
Water dominates the landscape, canals and waterways replace all the roads
Everything is...

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There’s a balcony over Venice
Somewhere outside Dallas, Texas
Through a sliding glass door

A couple sits toasting to the croons of Elvis
With paper cup chalice
Upon their European back porch

Making conversation language love
Beneath candle moon blue August
The symphony inside plays, dog barks, six children snore

“May I have this...

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TIME FLIES by Jeanette Jones 
based on PORTRAIT NO 9 
Morning at the Quay in Venice by Helen Allingham




TIME FLIES


Early still, I rise again. 
For the quails came calling. 
Dragging my feet, I stumbled 
across the room, to get a glimpse 
before they get to...

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Narrow streets that block the light
Bridges spanning everywhere
Gondoliers in black and white
Pigeons in Saint Marco Square

Churches and Venetian glass
Synagogues from ghettoed Jews
Tourists you can barely pass
Everywhere - amazing views

Carts with vendors' souvenirs
Cool cafes to have a snack
When gelato time appears,
There will never be a lack.

Deep...

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Anti-Poem — “Snaking It To Venice”

(Poet’s Instruction: Play “The End” by the Doors loudly, while reading this anti-poem)

it’s you and me baby inside this gliding duster
this ’74 green plymouth cruising machine blasting
spit fire and gasoline grenades into the LA sun
snaking it to venice on the...

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Moonlight was the only light to make streaks across
a sky full of suspense which even a thief was afraid of;
and as I dragged you along lamp-lit, narrows streets,
we seemed two ghosts wearing human masks...
but what was on our delirious minds, if not love?


Your wish was...

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VENICE 

In a gondola
with a handsome Italian 
whispering in my ear
“Ti amo”.
He caresses my hair,
my soggy hair.
Drenched kisses.
Rain.
The gondolier 
soaking wet.
Droplets of water
escape his hat’s rim
splashing.
He doesn’t sing
“O Sole Mio”.
The grayish buildings,
take a shower.
The soiled water drains
into narrow side walks
and further into the canal.
Under every...

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I'd like to see Venice,
the city of eternal peace
to which poets and painters flock;
the sunset' hues are impressive at dusk.  


I'd like to ride in a gondola,
and admire La Serenissima
while the venetian gondolier sings a familiar song
that everybody loves...row gentler as you sing!


I'd like...

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hostel life
you never know with whom
you'll share a room
a cappuccino 
or 
a piece of life

Fatima is not her name 
just what she goes by
in Turkey if you're Kurdish
it's safer to be a Fatima
in Dublin  she can be (her Kurdish name)
it's just something she doesn't
want...

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