Gypsy Poems - Poems about Gypsy

...I have been called a hippy dippy; Transient, I travel when I can, to me mellow flow is so groovy; Traveling from city to city, that flower child who lives in a van; I have been called a hippy ......Read the rest...

...May your days be filled with happiness, joy and laughter, you deserve more Always know that I love you, a poem is what I’ll gift you mother You’re in my heart and soul, as a c......Read the rest...

...“When I felt lonely and betrayed, God’s words, ‘Do not fear, for I am with you; do not be dismayed, for I am your God’ fell into my ears as a soothing zephyr” By Poet Night fades away......Read the rest...

...Clue of Age I sat, in the garden; took in its surrounds ! View, the wizened crooked wooden fence; drooped with a crick, a downward glance ! The back of my hands, a reflection of time, Brittle ......Read the rest...

...Painted up with that color I love, baited with a pair of blue shutters; Fated to call this vacant dwelling, sacred shelter with just four letters; Replay of a riff from the back porch, a taste......Read the rest...

...“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...

...O, why did I fall for you, O' sun, When my soul is nestled in the deeps? Agape and afraid, my eyne mosey deeper still; they run, Yet on the colder current your warmth invitingly sleeps. The dis......Read the rest...

... Aided by the wind, entities take flight like prismatic colors- talismanning chanced direction "of watering misfit eye", looking for a new place to touchdown and......Read the rest...

...He floats just above the waterline of humor I never know if he’s on the level or not, peers over the edge, on the brink of absurd rumor. Maybe human mirth has been squeezed out of him while til......Read the rest...

...In Pacifica I despise that portrait of me. The likeness ends with the name. Yes, Jane Seymour, unbeheaded Queen of England. No, not of pinched thin lips and sharp bird-beak nose. Those hideou......Read the rest...

...discarding narrow thought flow crutch we learn directly by soft touch and what we garner we relay to the vast void in childlike play entwined thus with the universe we dance without ne......Read the rest...

...Theme: Nazrul Song : The eternal mid-fielder jersey, won't you have thy mercy? The eternal mid-fielder jersey, won't you have thy mercy? The ever-young heart, with a malleable intricate Time t......Read the rest...

...Argh, I ne'er got muffin top before - why now!? Once upon a time yours truly did allow himself to consume anything in sight eats of mine in the mein included an assortment of chow. Impossib......Read the rest...

...I was somewhere deep in Kansas on a Triumph 69’ When your song came on the jukebox and hit me from behind I was headed for a bad place and cared for nothing much When I heard the song ‘Melissa,......Read the rest...

...It’s always tea time in the little Gypsy tea room down the road. The sign outside says "Come and have a cup of tea or two and rest your load" It’s a sweet little tearoom, sun streaming through the ......Read the rest...