Short Villas Poems
Short Villas Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Villas by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Villas by length and keyword.
Hey hey! let's give fire
to the palace, villas
hold the gunpowder to set
to burn down the house, rouse
who are poor
slum houses to keep hot, sought
to keep them warmth in winter, in dance & songs
yes we should set
on the principle hot.
Her body my fingertips journey
As climbs the walls of villas shiny ivy,
Fondling mysterious green paths
Like those painted on sweet hyacinths,
Which colour her niveous neck and cheeks as do grasses on a bay.
g o l d e n s
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of hay
dot rich countryside villas ~
summer k i s s e d autumn
Silver filigree runs down to the beach
While sunlight glints off villas and cliffs
Into the Bay of Naples
Capri
Like a cameo against cloud and sea.
Olive groves make a mosaic against the hills
While lemon trees stud the valley
With jewels among the leaves.
Two circular villas perched on the bony roots
No coat, no paint, only the scent of the bare skin
Restive camera instinctively released its telelens.
From nowhere, a tornado started wreaking havoc.
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7 September 2025
Star Eyes
Something calming, something erotic,
Hot Sideritis tea in a gleaming teacup
That sings sweetly to me, of lands exotic.
Seeing all the other white villas in Greece,
Lying still on an angelic rug with you.
Listening to the great music of Vangelis!
Evermore,
Panagiota
*Sideritis is Greek mountain tea*
5/7/2019
7:45pm PST
Ideal citizens, you.
Dreamed-of private individuals,
With villas and servants.
Feasts, travels, lavish meals,
And drugs at the disposal of life.
Bravery is tiring,
Easier is indulgence,
Though it does not fill the belly.
With luxury you melt in saunas,
With androgyne butterflies.
And then, in the mighty air-conditioned
halls of Sodom,
you offer your seed
to Sterfos,
the tunnelled demigod.
blub big blue blazing
bedazzling boisterous
brilliant beacon bright
pulsar pulsates
projecting prominently
pinpoint precisely
quixotic quasars
quintillion quarks quirkiness
quantum quintessence
wind whirl waves
watery whirlpool
wreckage washed-up
whimsical weasel
waterfall weathered willow
wilderness walk
zoo zebra zip
zealous zoologist
zeal zen
villas villages
vestige views valley vinca
vacation venues
Dreams dashing in daring dragoon
People prancing in purple picturesque paintings
Tourist touring transubstanciating terrain
The world is not just an oyster
The world is my oyster
Like a sunrise in aix
Or a sunset in Florence
It connects my inwardness to the vast labryinthe of world consciousness
World capitals and ancient villas spread out before my soul
I am the dreamer who dreamed himself into his dream and loved it so much it became true.