Gypsy Poems - Poems about Gypsy

We could live or be lost for all eternity in the flutter of REM, waking only to retrofit the pieces into cohesive narrative, to be forgotten again in less than an instant. It seems we need this life to furnish our desolate dreams, observe and be observed, witness sleep walking and commit to it, jolt from hour to minute, experience microseconds of co-existence. Mostly resisting the grasp...

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She wore a ribbon red as flame, he carved her secret in his name. They danced beneath the open skies, with stars like lanterns in their eyes. The campfire laughed, the horses swayed, the fiddles sang while nightbirds prayed. Their vows were stitched with whispered thread, "Till death," they swore, "no tears to shed." But Fortune's wheel turned rough and wild-- the lawman came...

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Along the road where moonbeams spill, the gypsy wagons wander still. Their lanterns swing like fireflies caught, each wheel a whisper, each song a thought. The fiddler hums a ghostly tune, that weaves beneath the weeping moon. A tambourine keeps time with dreams, and horses wade through silver streams. No map can mark the path they tread, no stone remembers where they led. They chase...

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For her own sensual pleasure, she loved to dance Never giving in again, to her need for romance for once, long ago, a man had broken her heart To this wild gypsy woman, the dance was an art Her torrid gyrations were evidence of her passion Sensual, her heart to passion *Phoenix sixain form...

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So many had loved her. So many had lost her. She had a dream once, a gypsy woman in a tent, offered her a look through a glass box that contained golden pieces of paper, the paper held the name of her soulmate. When she asked to see, the gypsy woman pulled a blank paper with...

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I saw black birds against cloud canvas, aestheticism in motion. I saw a rainbow tower meet sky, and I supposed a pot of gold. Everywhere jade gypsy eyes roam, I see jewels, swirling skirts and God....

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In the heart of a girl, both gypsy and hippie intertwined, A free spirit with visions of peace, with love in mind. She dances to the rhythm of the earth’s beating heart, A seeker of truth, of unity to impart. Her soul adorned with colorful scarves in the wind, Tales of travel, of stories from each place she’s been. She weaves...

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In the heart of a girl, both gypsy and hippie intertwined, A free spirit with visions of peace, with love in mind. She dances to the rhythm of the earth’s beating heart, A seeker of truth, of unity to impart. Her soul adorned with colorful scarves in the wind, Tales of travel, of stories from each place she’s been. She weaves...

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Daddy was a Gypsy…..we roamed from town to town Sometimes a little tipsy….but he had to wash it down Never stay too long…always have a song…to sing Mama followed Daddy…they loved each other so After copulating… there were four of us to show When people saw us coming…doors were open wide When we were going….everybody cried Cause we brought happiness…always a new...

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Raggle Taggle gypsy boy born somewhere different in the countryside, though not far from a big city. Hanzi, at the age of eight he used to live as a gypsy boy, going from here to there and everywhere. He has never had the chance to go to school, but he loved to dance, sing and playing the bagpipes. His father used to take...

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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 Old town picks up the pieces of a broken heart My Old town would takes me dancing and gets us some drink The patina of youth brushed...

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Our gaze, Kisses, Sweetly, Like wild and enchanted, Sunflowers, With the tenderness of irises, Ethereally, Your Beauty sways in all the flowers, Our hips, Glow with their crescent honey, While the petals delicate curves, Sway with resilient rhythms, Hands upon our hips, Our gaze with its crescent, Gypsy love, And the exquisite blush, Of a rose still moon, Dances within the vineyard gardens Reynaldo Casison...

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She must of been, A gypsy, The way she dances, And flutters, From garden to vineyard, Mango to iris caress Reynaldo Casison...

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Death by gypsy violin Will push you out then pull you in Requiem for a burning pyre Raising twilight ashen choir Up beyond that frozen place Up beyond all time and space No hungry knife shall clip thy wing No wild wasp shall fires sting Thus, these thoughts did prod and pry His love, he knew, could crack the sky I foresaw, thought he, my...

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Gypsy skirt, Upon her exotic hips, That embraces, Her painterly, silhouette, To carefreely flow, In the winds of her salsa, Beauty,, And caress her rhythms, From firm sunset gallops, to sweet repose, From what shore, Did she gather your flowers, Surreal honey, Her hips are so comfy, and cozy, In your loving fibers, And adept garden waves, As her hem dreams, Its flowers, To dance with her, Crescendos, And gaze of her sighs, Gypsy skirt, upon her exotic hips, And...

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