Gypsies Poems - Poems about Gypsies

...“Wandering through empty and crowded streets with no destination in sight and sleeping under the sky with the fire burning inside was my life, the life of a vagabond. Survival is a funny game and lif......Read the rest...

...El ambiente del Mediterraneo Where one finds the people proud, One finds a harmonious crowd. The light of the people, the fidelity of tradition. The people of the triumphant are victorious ......Read the rest...

...This storys old but I will tell it anyways What’s brewing is the same speech I gave myself yesterday I'm using old material And it's not even feasible! And clearly not working You can find tho......Read the rest...

...In glamor-light of sunset a new crowd of cumulus clouds arrive and revive a sepia sky-scene— unworldly woolgatherers gather spinning fantasy fluff into quixotic yarns of debutantes dancing with ......Read the rest...

... Scraping this rhyme from pages of blood pages of sweat Wild demon With a violent voice echoed by saturated bleeding sunlight Hijacked innocence Winter's pariah falls into the fervent shade My ......Read the rest...

...Autumn waltzes, in the maple trees, As the ballerinas, And gypsies, Are combing, The waves and their hair, With their love, Let the golden leaves, Bow in the vines, Of the wind, And the......Read the rest...

...The moonlight caresses you like a lost robe, Surreal and luminous dancer, Stretching like a sunrise, Gallops out of the twilights starry dress, A rosekissed lilly remains dreaming, In the wa......Read the rest...

...Though like cats the hours stray, The infinity of our love will never be far away, The mist shall dance upon its ballerina heels, As the love and garden of your lips seals, The midnights shal......Read the rest...

...Its the ladies, Dressed like gypsies, That feel the moon, With romance, In their fibers, That desire to dance, With love, Its the ladies, Dressed like gypsies, That make the nightingales, ......Read the rest...

...The whistler, In the moonblossomed, Evening, Hums along, Like a modest star, His own company, And melody, With the golden leaves, Bound to nothing, But his own romance, A drifter of drift......Read the rest...

...I flutter, Like a butterfly, From flower to flower, Iris to rose, From Poem to song, to express, Just a glimpse, Of your Beauty, Knowing its multidimensional, As a garden and its moons, R......Read the rest...

...There was a homeless lady, one afternoon, outside the hospital. Was she homeless? I don’t know. She had a ladened shopping cart, which, on TV, is kind of a signature. We were inside, waiting for......Read the rest...

...You got what you needed even though it was an Indian gift from the karmic sky-gypsies. “It was never enough for you was it?” The 'told you so’ pigmy bobble-heads of hippo-Maya declared with a ......Read the rest...

...I do not sing any of the new songs. But I can sing Let the Little Girl Dance. Teen angel, I’m sorry, It’s now or never, everybody’s somebody’s fool. Alley-oop, itsy bitsy teenie weenie yellow polka......Read the rest...

...Someone recently said there was more discrimination against blacks than Jews, travellers (gypsies) or the Irish; for which an apology has been offered for all those lies, an inacurate description ......Read the rest...