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Tuscany Poems - Poems about Tuscany

My second life

Within his moment, I wouldn't change a thing,
my life right now is earnt,
I got here on my own merit,
proud of all the things I've learnt.

Oh but that thought of what if, what an offer!
If I could have one more life, I'd live in a quaint cottage in Tuscany or France.
Morning ritual of fresh brewed tea

Categories: tuscany, appreciation, change, for her,
Form: Rhyme

Tuscany

Oscans, Ligures and the Apuli as known
Ancient Greek, Samnitics,  Sicanis and Celt
Indigenous tribes, one people with love grown
Capodanno Fiorentino o'er lands dwelt

Wine appellation of Sangiovese as shown
Wreaths and lanterns over folklores shine not welt
Carrara marbles as buttress of stronghold
With arts and culture, graced with norms of the bold

Categories: tuscany, culture, people, pride,
Form: Rispetto

Visiting Tuscany Again

It was perfect, a room with a cute view.
I opened the window, oh how birds flew.
Tuscany's vast landscape, everything new.
It mattered not, we paid promptly our due.

The Renaissance culture was born right here.
Miles of vineyards grew on a hillside near,
Verdant fields grew in a tier upon tier,
While oak and cypress purify the air.

Below the fragrance

Categories: tuscany, appreciation,
Form: Sonnet

Book: Radiant Verses: A Journey Through Inspiring Poetry

Tuscan Romance

Cedars line ancient Tuscan roads.
Vines reach distant hills.
Bent couple slowly walks.
Hills pose no barrier.
Pear lovingly peeled.
Cheese and figs unwrapped.
Wine poured.
Words unspoken.
Time stopped.
Sixty seven years.

Categories: tuscany, age, beautiful, fruit, love,
Form: Free verse

In Tuscany

The cypress trees stand sentinel,
Protecting all the vines
So all who visit Tuscany
Can drink those lovely wines.

A walled-in city dating back
For seven hundred years
Holds ancient secrets filled with life's
Exuberance and tears.

We stroll the streets and marvel at
The remnants that survive,
Imagining inhabitants 
Once vibrant and alive.

We gaze out at the scenery,
So lush and manicured,
With cypress trees on

Categories: tuscany, travel,
Form: Rhyme

Spring Comes To Tuscany

Glory be to God for dappled things! 
Look, Mina, where the wanton wind 
is chasing the cloud shadows 
across the dale! They skip like hares! 
Throw open both doors, front and back - 
abandon care! 
Let that breeze, with scent of thyme 
on its breath, scour out 
the must and dust of cramped, 
crabby, clammed-up

Categories: tuscany, seasons,
Form: Free verse

Flowers of Tuscany-Fiori Della Toscana

Sunflowers turn slowly 
to follow the sun.
They bow their heavy heads 
when afternoon’s done.

What a golden vision 
they share row after row
With deep amber faces, 
their tiny seeds all aglow.

The summer breezes blowing 
o’er the fields with warm air
Shares pride in a country
with its beauty so fair.

I smile in contentment  
as I l leave

Categories: tuscany, flower, nature, places, summer,
Form: Rhyme

The Bright Hills of Tuscany

radiant purple 
gospel red
with
bold yellow tulips
reach for the sweet sunlight
picture frames of beauty
adorn 
the 
grassy hills of Tuscany 
and
what ever becomes of
this 
magic love parade
are 
the fancy white 
and
fragile yellow daffodils
if 
we make 
our
presence
in
this world
a tapestry
through
the
bright hills of Tuscany

Categories: tuscany, daffodils, imagination, yellow,
Form: Free verse

All Through Tuscany

The afternoon outlined. The sunny strokes
of a samurai blade on her body
revealing things the eyes feign see.
Tempted, wounded, the virgin parchment floats
between her skin and satin cloak.
Artist; afternoon, craving company
draws her inside-out so innocently,
on purpose leaves the yolk indwelling.

The painter in the corner moans,
he jealous of the afternoons artly
sensual oration.
Improving skin, bare olive tones
of subtle

Categories: tuscany, love, nature, nostalgia, passion,
Form: Italian Sonnet

Memories of Tuscany

I can’t help but think about  
The way things used to be
Those carefree days of childhood
By the river of Tuscany

Children caressed
By the island’s sun
Frenzied by its crystal shore
Totally unaware
Of the danger that was before

The storm came suddenly
The merry bunch dispatch
All but Johnny
Who was submerged
By the hungry waves of Tuscany.

Categories: tuscany, childhood
Form: I do not know?

Flowers of Tuscany

Geraniums
with brilliant
colors like sunset,
sway under cypress trees of the scented hills,
as April winds
invite the anxious lovers not to engage in words;
yet silence 
allows their romance...  


Daisies
of bright yellow,
as that they were
painted on canvas
by young and vibrant Giotto, 
who constantly pursued true perfection
in his unique style;
a shepherd boy he was:
soon to be worldly famous
as one

Categories: tuscany, art, girlfriend-boyfriend, love, nature,
Form: Free verse