Veneto Poems | Examples

Mason Vincentino

The vastness of it all mi
ancestors the shores of 
pastel climbing beneath 
my feet essence of Veneto 
the wildness of black cherries 
bluntness of plums strings 
of grapes opened just so 
found behind a glass of 
Merlot singing lemoncello 
crowding tastes buds through 
rows of lemon trees crawling 
olive branches sweeping the 
stone ways a covenant of mi 
Nonna dancing throughout 
Rome mi ancestors Mason 
Veneto builders an yet 
cemeteries where religious 
statues buildings tombstones 
are crafted by the blood 
of my ancestors hands
all over Italy the vastness 
of it all remembering 
mi Nonna remembering Rome

Those Who Keep Silent

He who is silent is often the most brilliant of men,
He doesn’t throw his plastic bottles into the sea,
He walks in the forest, so as not to offend anyone,
He knows that under the stone there are vipers,

He who is silent, can build a castle,
Away from the world, in the black mountains,
In Naples or Veneto, in the Rhine valley,
It erects a keep that resists the icy winters,

Whoever keeps quiet, can limp across Arizona,
He finds the light hidden from the other puppets,
He writes poems for Indians and bears,
He sees what cosmonauts and presidents think,

He who is silent, admires the cruise ships,
He knows the value of the silence of the high mountains,
He knows how to rise above vulgar men,
And find a road that even the gods don’t know.

Clerihew Bartolomeo

Fra Baccio Bartolomeo
left many altar pieces on show
 people having double chins& chubby cheeks
the self-satisfied look he did seek*

*https://www.wikiart.org/en/bartolomeo-veneto

Devo Andara - I Have To Leave

Devo Andare   (I Have To Leave)
Time is not the best of friends
when something like us ends
when love is not together.

Time goes by but much too slow
you're in my mind, you know
and you will be forever.

All of me is all of you
but Via Veneto is not true
though love is always here

Time was too sweet and our love was too strong
we made it be though we knew it was wrong.

I will walk down  to Tebere
once more tonight, and there
è necessario che lascio

© Vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet

Apollo and Daphne

Silver floats the moon and boughs slender sway,
fleeing on her trembling breath
her light feet braves.
Rising of the lea in the dappled grey,
As she wore her verdant robes,
on her vestal form in surging waves.
He shielded her beauty in his embrace..
Her golden showers 'tween their stillness clasp,
as she lay glistening in his sighing grasp.

Stars shine in sheaves amid the elven shades,
that linger upon her fair brow,
hemmed with crystal strings and golden flakes.
His bride to be ne'er, 
nymph of forest glades;
heard afar, beyond the hills,
her lone whisperings,
his yearning heart is left on her braided wings.
His love sweet fragrance with each breath endowed,
to wreathe the laurel with his words avowed.

Inside her heart she felt, his eyes' commands,
beneath the curling hair in misty wake,
that floated rough, untied about those lands,
his breezy handsomeness enhanced, and ache.
And she accepted him, at dawning break,
upon her nape then felt, the greening sea,
his vows proclaimed and triumphant heart's spree.

3rd Stanza in Rime Royal 

©3/01/2014.Giorgio Veneto,Gautami Phookan.All rights reserved

Inside the Crystal Night

A lighthouse blinked deep in the shadows' gray   
a fog-horn bordered at the distanced lines,
few stars were scattering above the bay
and scintillating mirrored in my eyes;
- my eyes were focusing upon the brines,
two forms outlined inside the nightly coals
and danced our waltz above the waves and shoals.

Betrothal blossoming of western winds
that blow the cumulus across the quay,
melds with the rising mist, the moon rescinds,
and fades in deepnesses of the dark sea;
beyond the shores the tidings brought to me,
the moonlight drenched in silver waves of flame,
and thenceforth heard his heart, and felt his claim.

I breathed his lonesome air, my soul's accord,
o mother of caressing waves' soft voice,
embraced I was, the silvering award
became my terminal, demanding choice;
inside the crystal night I felt rejoice ,
and in my tiny hands run his reply,
my destiny, the sea, and silent cry.

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5/6/2014.© Giorgio Veneto, Gautami Phookan. All rights reserved

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Laconic Verse

from  the bottom of your heart,
mellowed by touch;
verses read from  your  eyes,
all is clear enough.










Nov. 29,2013          5.10am
By Leonora G.

First Place
Contest: Laconic Verse (old/new)
Judged: 12/29/13
Sponsor: Poet Giorgio Veneto

Terse Communication

Digest signals
By understanding thoughts
Brought forth
Through suggestive forms
Cooled through the sky
Communicating
Without a word

Russell Sivey

Contest: Laconic Verse I (old/new)
Sponsor: Giorgio Veneto

11/23/2013

A Grammarian

It was a stolen date on a late winter evening

Placing rosy dots on her cheek with a hug

A secret told to the senses instead to ears

Then found the right place for the kisses,



Kisses stamped one after the other like tears.

The real ones that I could not hold them back.

There were brief, swift and before were done

The floodgates open like a grammar book.



Starting with a comma then a question mark

Followed by an exclamation point of learning

The basic spelling that all lovers should know.

Began the kiss with colon, she got all the options.



Shake her strongly till the imageries, metaphors,

Similes are forsaken till looks like a new born.



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Date 28-10-13
Dr. Ram Mehta
Third place win
Contest: Fantasy (allegory-symbol) by Giorgio Veneto

A Butterfly's Ballad In the Faraway Land

 I get a glimpse of you

A soft hue of light lavender rising in my dawn

gliding fervently in sun-kissed breeze

An ephemeral beauty enchanting the depths of these caramel eyes

flaunting your gossamer wings in whimsical ballad

sprinkling ethereal dew upon the embers of my heart

And I feel it,a florescent flutter tickling my bare shoulder

a slight inhale of fragrance's breath lingering within my thought

chasing the back of my neck,teasing in wistful wonder

My blushed smile preserves the moment

Of your tender brush across the silk peach of my cheek

Of your fervent kiss fading in evanescent bliss

and unspoiled warmth of ardent touch upon my hair

My heart capture the seconds

till those iridescent wings fly high in sheer splendor

to crimson blossoms which bloom,which sway

which bleed and bend,which wrap their thorns

 around my feet,around my hand

So,I would not follow dreams'coloured pastels

So I would not run to you,and I would not find you

by Spring's muddy gardens,in the faraway land.





Contest : ' In the Faraway!!!' sponsored by G.Veneto

Inspired by love and nature

Written by- Charmaine Chircop

The Rose and I

Viewed from the snow covered mountain
Slopes laden with flower beds like
Colorful vase of flowers
I saw the* the Himalayan rose
I asked, “Why are you all alone?
Beauty is to be adored”
You should give yourself before
Your petals fall to dust”.

Quick came the response from rose
“Am not lonely, enjoy these heights
Shelter of blue umbrella”.
I asked if I crush your petals
Rose said he would be glad
Its fragrance will radiate.
Purpose of life fulfilled
If destroyed not admired.

As I was about to pluck it,
It said,*Stop, give a second thought”.

“If you truly love me
Better leave it on my stem
If still cannot resist the desire
Pluck me but respect the thorns
As your lady has pins and needles
In case you don’t feel me
Give it to someone but still
My fragrance will stay in your hands.”

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Date: 30-9-13
Dr. Ram Mehta
Fifth place win
Contest: The Rose (Allegory) Giorgio Veneto

A Poet's Flight of Freedom

To fly free is what a poet wants to do
It’s possible that it is different
Probably not to the taste of a few
Quite different and many may dissent.
But the poet should continue his ascent.
But the battle should be won by the poet
People may expect this road to arrive at
But his guts and his muse find his own road
Flight is freedom in its pure form to poets
May dance with clouds and storm, it is his mode 

                        *********

Dr. Ram Mehta

For the  Contest: Metrical Verse by Giorgio Veneto

8th Place win

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***Dizain is Ten lines rhymed a b a b b c c d c d poem; usually (though not by definition) iambic pentameter. This is a Dizain chain. This is originally a French form and initially would have been made up of eight syllablelines, but later ten syllable lines were also used.****

Greed

I cry today for lack of shame,
We`ve lost to greed and pride for sure,
to make a living fraud`s the game,
which pumps the heart with blood impure.

My friend becomes my foe with time,
I seek to change and cleanse the heart,
Instead their works increase the crime,
engrossed with pain,I hate this act.

The world has changed from good to bad,
How would I turn their plights around?,
The poor wallows in rot; it`s sad,
This greed lingers as deaths surround.


*Iambic Tetrameter*

OLUSEGUN AROWOLO

CONTEST:"Metrical Verse" sponsored by Giorgio  Veneto.

The Rotten

Analysis read—and wronged—and pulled
Lulled into our idealistic mess
Words no longer ours but hung distress
Farced in carnality—they are ruled

Soundness remains what we will believe 
And all else is but tethered nonsense
Clinched tightly in unfriendly absence
Overcome in overwrought relief

The judges judge on behalf of tongue
When ears and eyes close achingly tight
And perhaps in woe we find them right
For witches sought and bound must be hung!

Lower than the softened dirt that cures
Where worms in halves blindly come to eat
The higher crush with tormented feat
And the suns scorch what is left of hers

Answers never tried—and cured to hide
They look to superior sources
The rotten are the strongest forces
Ripened and toughened with bequeathed pride

-Iambic Tetrameter
Contest: Metrical verse
Sponsor: Giorgio Veneto
Laura Breidenthal

Autumn Leaves

The mighty Maples are rapidly shedding,
And soon all the trees will be bare.
The cool night breeze is not forgetting
The mighty Maples are rapidly shedding.
The lawn is covered with leaves of bedding.
The scent of Autumn fills the air.
The mighty Maples are rapidly shedding,
And soon all the trees will be bare.

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