Bohemians Poems - Poems about Bohemians

...In the whispered twilight of existence, where shadows dance with the ghosts of dreams, the wanderer, society’s friend, roams with an open heart and weary feet, a seeker under the vast canopy of sta......

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...The windows shimmer in a fit of snow and wind, early in the season, with a smack of uncertainty. Snow and bitter cold frost the glass like half of Dad’s old Chess pieces. Through glass we peer ......

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...Muscle-bound goons. The kind that rape the world. Self-satisfied, in no hurry to devote their remarkable faculties to understanding another’s mind. Such wise men. Stares as blank as summer nights, re......

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... “The Splice of Life” When colour was to be washed out of the world the evil ones didn’t care the Actor led with his Dementors either side of him La......

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...Back then we could eat clouds - we were that tall, even baggy Ben (who was small for a lumpy kid), could leap over a pub door without leaving the floor. Then behind our backs a Lilliputian wo......

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...Girl of the theater, devoted to beauty, love and freedom. Romantic, not necessarily hopeless, but romantic nonetheless. She romanticises her life, she's the main character of the play. That is her ex......

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...I am a hippie, untried but true. With nothing to prove to him or you. It must seem like I live in a zoo. My ways to you might be voodoo. Do not bespeak my witches’ brew. Heartfelt meditations ......

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...bare tree's shrill splendor a hundred bohemians sienna flashing December 21st 2018 Winter Haiku S......

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...“I never travel without my diary, One should have something sensational to read” 5-4-11: I never knew about the above quote of Wilde But an event in life taught me to keep one. 4-23-94: Let m......

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...THE LAST VOYAGE Like a straw man, Hunted by gusts of wind (in order to outrun death), I am returning to the valley of my childhood; To see the old home one last time, To see the old walnut tr......

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...“I never travel without my diary, One should have something sensational to read” 5-4-11: I never knew about the above quote of Wilde But an event in life taught me to keep one. 4-23-94: Let m......

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...A bon vivant lyfestyle of the Bohemians de Paris, has always saddened and deluded me... by seeing it in someone's happy smile. Mademoiselles and jeunne hommes, exchanging artistic and poet......

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...In my area there’re no children with diapers No young people in their formative years. People call it “a place of aged couples “ There are no young people married or singles, No grown-ups with ......

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