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Loggia Poems - Poems about Loggia

Before Bedtime

...Sitting in my old armchair
By the open loggia door
Am I here, or back there
Where I’ve been before?
In the stilllness of the night
Sounds of racing cars 
Mingle with the distant light
Of the f...

Categories: loggia, home, lonely, longing, loss,
Form: Rhyme

Night of Love in Andalusia - Revised Repost

...I lounge lazily on my deck chair 
Up high in the spacious loggia 
Loafing the time away, patient, waiting..... 
The ocean ebbs into the small bay 
As the sun sets far away over the horizon. 

F...

Categories: loggia, dance, love,
Form: Lyric

Before Bedtime

...Sitting at my secretaire 
By the open loggia door
Am I here, or somewhere
I haven’t ever been before?
In the coolness of the night
Distant sounds of cars 
Mingle with the flashing light
Of the...

Categories: loggia, depression, heartbroken,
Form: Rhyme

Book: Radiant Verses: A Journey Through Inspiring Poetry

Remebering the Root

...Some old wooden houses are deep,
they have porticos, piazza, loggia,
gables, and cupola.
There rooms are arboreal
they knot,
curl
and jut.

A memory rocks me gently
    in its timbered embra...

Categories: loggia, poetry,
Form: Free verse

The Former Tennent

...It abides in the lintel, leaving only
to hunt in the klong.
It was here when we moved in,
we are the renting guests 
living under a large Monitor lizard.

Dawn coffee on the loggia,
the jungle...

Categories: loggia, poetry,
Form: Free verse

Soul Roots

...Some old wooden houses are deep,
they have columns and porticos,
piazza, loggia, gables, and cupola.
There rooms are arboreal
they knot. curl and jut outward
as the limbs of a still treeing hous...

Categories: loggia, poetry,
Form: Free verse

Night of Love In Andalusia

...I lounge lazily on my deck chair 
up high in the spacious loggia 
loafing the time away, patient, waiting..... 

The ocean ebbs into the small bay 
as the sun sets far away over the horizon. 
F...

Categories: loggia, dance, love, night,
Form: Free verse

The Adventures of Enea, Part 3 of 13

...Enea, at the Scottish Court

The critics claim that this is far the worst
of all the frescoes.  Enea the star?  No
inkling here.  Can that be James the First?

And that’s the Clyde?  It looks m...

Categories: loggia,
Form: Sonnet

Noi Siamo I Barbari

...If you've ever seen Ca' Rezzonico 
seeming quite to float 
upon the Grand Canal 
as you bob in a boat, 

or if you've ever eavesdropped 
in some Trastevere alley 
some golden afternoon 
on so...

Categories: loggia, culture,
Form: Rhyme

Let Me Take You By the Hand

... Let me take you by the hand, 
to St.Albans Abbey.
 At the far end of the lantern- lit cobbled alley.

 There's the Pines and Needles Christmas market,
and a magic garden .
Yuletide tre...

Categories: loggia, christmas, happiness,
Form: Lyric

Conversation With a Paper.

...I shall complain about you to a paper,
It will hear all .
I shall tell it, as with loving to you,
I suffer in loneliness.
You are so kind, generous, you are so are lovely,
Everyone looks at you ...

Categories: loggia, love, song-
Form: Lyric

The Poem of Hoping.

...The summer has arrived suddenly.

The St.Petersburg White nights

still hug our city gently.

A lilac fog 

Fills the atmosphere around,

In spite of the fact that the lilac has already fad...

Categories: loggia, life, nature, song-summer, autumn,
Form: Lyric