Italians Poems - Poems about Italians

...Italy has awesome snow-capped Alps, breathtaking sceneries that emit sighs; how majestic are the rocky Dolomites, how pretty are the undulating flowers! Italy is the country of many wonders, a......Read the rest...

...It was a crisp day October 27th 1942 that's when my pop set out for WW11 right after my grandmother Nona gave birth to my dad orders arrived his job assignment was to protect the priest arch ......Read the rest...

...Pronouncing gives me stress. With syllables to chance, could ‘monchielle’ be French? I feel I can’t advance, a poilu in a trench. Pronouncing gives me stress. Italians insist words like ‘mon......Read the rest...

...Near the old docks in Genoa where old dwellings stand close together making streets narrow and families live is lived rather noisily, where women hang laundry to dry on small terraces or on window l......Read the rest...

...The charming Lady Adler Irene; Was strangely nowhere to be seen; As revealed by this clear blanked out scene; Where those who knew her said she'd been, Where oft she did appear. That spl......Read the rest...

...What have you done with my beau, I want take it to the show. What have you done with my beau, it time for you to go. What have you done with my beau; I want it back on the show. I like its style, it ......Read the rest...

...It was a cool, overcast and windy Sunday afternoon in March 2014. We were about 50 miles from Paris, at my Grandmère’s (grandmother’s) farm. She lives in Paris, but she owns a Château and surrounding......Read the rest...

...Ze French, they are haughty Kremlinites, vulgar, crude Le artiste charcoal sketches in the unvarnished nude Brits keep a stiff upper lip Pointy-shoed Italians think they are ......Read the rest...

...Italians make pizza Scotties bake cake Russkies drink vodka Indians bathe in the lake Swiss craft chocolate Germans craft beer Saudis play golf now Brittney's been Spea......Read the rest...

...They’re young, they’re beautiful, what’s up! Cheerleaders make many teenagers dream, We drink beer, it relaxes us, take time, It feels good to dream, but not like that. They’re beautiful; they’......Read the rest...

...One would like to grasp what is eternal in hearts, in May surprises and in the crazy rambling. One would like to heal the lost, with scents of incense and recommendations on the infinite and bey......Read the rest...

...The Butterfly O butterfly, o butterfly how and by whom did you come by your name? Theories abound yet all ring hollow and improbable. Least credible, if not absurd, it’s based on an Old Eng......Read the rest...

...All Russians are named Sasha Frenchmen like Pierre Italians go-go for Leonardo Americans just don't care You see, here in the US of A There really is no way ~ Until the midd......Read the rest...

...The Madonna looked less than amused as she swayed in time to the steps of the six men who carried her aloft down Hart Street towards the river and the waiting fleet. This was no solemn affair......Read the rest...

...It was an island of piety out of place in Port Adelaide’s working class sea of pubs. Off the main road, St Mary’s was a refuge for the Catholic faithful and a few wino’s pretending a prayer ......Read the rest...