Short Gypsy Poems
Short Gypsy Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Gypsy by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Gypsy by length and keyword.
"First a student, me,
Then, a worker bee,
Next, I will retire
Before I expire.
Finally, geezer-of-leisure free."
She must of been,
A gypsy,
The way she dances,
And flutters,
From garden to vineyard,
Mango to iris caress
Reynaldo Casison
Adventurous gypsy
Mild Balalaika,
harps and wine
...daggers in the heart
dragostea illusion...
Bold, gypsy spirit roams on with this heart fragile as a child.
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For Silent One 10/5/2016
Celestial magnificence
Gypsy moon
Leading the way
To Cosmic magic
Sprinkled stars
Glittering madly
Knowing my heart
Better than I.
There once was a young man from Poughkeepsie
Who wanted to live life as a gypsy
In far land
Met rogue band
He soon learned such life was very risky.
Grace hovers on a breeze.
She leaves behind her trail of mystery.
There's no denying her panache.
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AP: Honorable Mention 2026
The gypsy life appeals to me
I love fun Bohemian ways
Pretty jewelry, fancy skirts
Their beautiful wagons
My hippie-like self
Vicarious
Wonderlust
gypsy
Love
So fragile, I could count the veins
beneath her pink petaled softness.
In ruffled skirts, like a gypsy she danced,
coaxing her unopened buds to bloom.
TIPSY GYPSY
To be -
We’ll see!
Or not…
Forgot
My lines -
Drink wines
Tipsy
Gypsy
Steal show
Then go
10/23/2016
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I never thought about being a gypsy soul
I like my life in control
I experience the dark and the ocean sharks
I like to get out of that cave
and be brave
I like to feel saved.
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Her clients would generously tip her,
though she showed naught at all with her zipper.
She had plenty to hide,
revealed only one side,
She was a champion mobius stripper.
The irises,
In van goghs,
Dreamy canvas,
Sway,
Like lovely ladies,
In purple gypsy dresses,
To a still lilys sonata,
As the roses and sunflowers,
Sigh in vivid chorus,
And hues
Reynaldo Casison
The beginning and ending
are easy to see
The middle much harder
and masked by degree
It moves and it changes
from angle and scope
To keep you uneasy
—and married to hope
(Dreamsleep: January, 2022)
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.
Dad said I was a moving,
my feet and body was a grooving.
At three in dance school.
moves that were very cool.
Dance in my body and soul,
a gypsy dance or rock-n- roll.
My feet,
dance floor they will eat.
Brass
bells ring
along swamps
shadowy edge.
Children running free;
flutes echoing laughter;
cimmerian eyed beauty
hips swaying to an earthy beat.
Simple suppers roast over fire.
Welcoming the despised plebians home.
Swirling skirts moving like a rhyme
of an older time
when the world was wild and free,
but what has that to do with me?
You are a daughter of the sun
and of the moon,
a sweet remembrance sung
by the celestial tune.
You’ve mirrored me in gypsy eyes,
which never take but borrow
You’ve bathed me in your gypsy eyes,
which are your pools of sorrow
You’ve gazed at me with gypsy eyes,
which never see tomorrow ...
Gateways and passages take me to different soils.
Yes, my footprints lead me knocking at your door.
Please be my home just for the night.
Save me from my lone from endless goodbyes.
You’re the only one I need till the morning sun arise.
billowing skirt whirls on air
wild and chase, that’s gypsy flair
belly moves like ocean wave
in the rhythm of each octave
swirls and sways with bouncing feet
synchronizes with every season’s hit
night and day never quits
flowing recklessly in her own beat
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Fast foot tapping
Thigh slapping
Arms flapping
Hands clapping
Twirls, grins, skirts spin...
With spontaneous grace at a glance
What a playful and merry chance
To share in A Gypsy Dance!
I'd like to stop and chat with you
But alas I'm only passing through
From this moment into the next
Wherever it is I'm feeling led
Deep down inside this Gypsy soul
Follows where this one man Gypsy caravan rolls
Hoping one day it will find
Another Gypsy heart like mine
I have a Gypsy Heart
from here to there I go.
I live for adventure.
Day by day,
I never know where I will go.
Just know I will always,
follow my gypsy heart.
It takes me to all the places
I will go, to and fro.
And I carry each and everyone of you
in my Gypsy Heart where ever I will go.
Within a lush verdant meadow
there meanders a docile stream
where wildflowers profusely bloom
beneath the warm breath of the sun.
They sway on whispers of a gypsy wind
as it gently drifts across this Elysian field.
March 5, 2022
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