Villa Poems - Poems about Villa

...Marigolds, pansies, sunflowers, tulips, and carnations Bird or beast, fish, or all mountainous valley temptations Zircon, sapphire, topaz, citrine, jade, garnet, and beryl Gold, brass, copper, or ......Read the rest...

...My love, there was no greater she held my heart in her hands her first kiss the arrow that pierced if only she could know I ceased to exist when she let me go a thousand love letters before a......Read the rest...

... I remember when I held my children for the first time I remember when I spoke at my dad’s funeral ad libbing in a mix of joy and grief I remember when Saturday was THE most important day of t......Read the rest...

...Everything has a meaning in the universe, you, me, If you see the night, a shooting star, Someone surely loves you, have a dream, Make a wish; listen gently to your heart. Everything has a mean......Read the rest...

...Requiem for Henry and Sylvia The papers arrived today. I gaze out the window of our posh villa and witness yet another spectacular Tuscan sunset. To my delight, a red-billed leiothrix is fl......Read the rest...

...It’s great to be a member of the global elite, The bean poles in my garden are standing proud and neat. Organic veg is thriving thanks to ample bags of peat. I never hear a siren roaming dow......Read the rest...

...Damian Stood in the morning sun. The sun felt good on his face. Delilah was still sleeping. He Kissed her face and caressed Her belly until she awoke. Hey my Mrs. Me. Come on babe. We will be ......Read the rest...

...It had yet to enter Mister Jeff’s head That I know him like the back of my hands: Never would ask him bread let alone bed, News of this sure to make it to distant lands… The choice of a dog ali......Read the rest...

...“Son”...”say goodnight to grandpa” Spurred by mother dearest as well as other politesse drummed into her second born fobbing blandishments as incentive tumbled off fingers of prodigal son tr......Read the rest...

...Rome was always a playground for me, Where lovely girls thronged around the streets: The Fontana dei Trevi where people threw coins Hoping they would revisit enchanting Rome, Or on the Spanish st......Read the rest...

...Can you take this flower? Why? You meant why? Yes ! Why? Take it please? So Why? You meant again Why? Forcing me , Why? It is yours Liar! Why do you say so? Liar , liar , liar , liar......Read the rest...

...On a bicycle built for two I want to ride through French Alps with you We'll stop in a villa, you in rose and vanilla And we'll sample the local fondue We'll rent a romantic chateau Buy a bo......Read the rest...

...Phooey on sonnets 'bout flowers in spring! Those moldy crotchets are trite and cliché. There's nothing 'bout flowers that makes me sing, Ne'er to my love a bouquet would I bring, She isn't keen o......Read the rest...

...I’M COMPOSING MYSELF FOR CHRISTMAS I’ve done all my Christmas CHOPIN And got everything on my LISZT. All in all I’ve been frightfully BIZET And the Christmas break will be BLISS. I’m away to......Read the rest...

...an unassuming stack of mellow brie dark succulent grapes with a shine two crystal goblets without water spots large bottle of Chardonnay wine he wants to take her off to a villa Where he hopes......Read the rest...