By Gypsy Blue Rose
I got your email
I didn't want to read
but part of me knew
we had reached the end.
You said you met someone
that was ‘a better fit'.
Did you forget?
Once we kept our passion aflame
in our tender hearts.
Don’t you remember all the times
we sailed through the night
amidst burning stars.
But I lost you
and there is no way
of turning back
to when our love
was more than enough.
I tried begging,
taking pills to dull the pain,
praying to God,
but it felt like
no one was above.
After an ocean of tears,
I moved on
but the grief remains inside
and I know
the flame of my love
will never die.
By Gypsy Blue Rose
it wasn’t the tears
that told me tales of her grief —
it was the last petal
of the opened rose
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Gypsy top picture by Victoria Frances bottom picture from pinterest |
By Gypsy Blue Rose
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I’m carried away
tangled in the southern wind—
waking next to you
covered with the last stardust
and warmed by the rising sun
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Tanka is a Japanese unrhymed poem having about 12 to 31 syllables usually arranged in five lines and read in about two breaths in length when read aloud. The first poets who wrote tanka imitated the Japanese models of a 5-7-5-7-7 syllabic structure in five lines. This resulted in poems that were too long in comparison to Japanese tanka. The first tanka were padded or chopped to meet the fixed number of syllables. Additionally, the third line must transition from the descriptive and image-focused beginning lines into a reflective metaphor, simile, or personification for the closing lines. The subject matter varies, but most tanka are emotionally stirring or profound, and many are about love. click here if you want to read modern tanka examples === click here to read Tanka Society of America === click here if you want to read modern tanka rules
Thank you very much for your time and kind review. Gypsy "The poet waits quietly to paint the unsaid." --Atticus pictures from pinterest |
By Gypsy Blue Rose
I’m envious of the rain
that touches your face
and paints
your body’s silhouette
I’m envious of the night
that cuddles with you
from dusk till dawn
while you dream of us
I’m envious of the wind
that tosses your hair
in a playful way
with susurrous of love
I wish you and your girl
the best in life
but part of me wishes
it wasn’t like that
it’s hard for me
to know you moved on
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Silhouette= the shape and outline of someone or something visible against a lighter background, the way the body is visible through wet clothes.
Susurrous = whispering or rustling sounds. Thank you very much for reading and reviewing my poem. Gypsy pictures from pinterest |
By Gypsy Blue Rose
I forgot …
we are not together
anymore
and the roses you gave me
with smooth stems
turned to thorns
I forgot …
you left me
with a bag of empty promises
and a load of lies
I forgot …
how cruel you are
not even in dreams,
you can commit
to love
I forgot …
after using my body
to pad your twisted ego
you left me lying there
on the freezing floor
I forgot …
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Gypsy |
By Gypsy Blue Rose
moody sea wind
wrecks my heart
with tempest thrusts
against jagged rocks
soft breeze
caressing my breasts
and mother hips
moody sea waves
tsunami
drown our love
sweeping away hope
tender tide
flows in and out
between my legs
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Gypsy |
By Gypsy Blue Rose
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By Gypsy Blue Rose
| Author Note: | For the broken people |
one last night
of making love
the way only you could —
in the morning
you’ll be gone
but we still have tonight
the summer eve breeze
makes itself at home
sneaking through
the open door
tossing your messy hair
but we still have tonight
a veil of jasmine scent
covers our bared skins
entwined with our smell
of lemon and lavender
of amber and musk
but we still have tonight
in the silver moonlight
your sienna eyes shine
with speckles of stars
and I get lost in your sky
miles away from home
but we still have tonight
your mouth tastes
like chocolate-covered berries —
your kisses are so sweet
I never want to stop
kissing you
but we still have tonight
only the Nigel bird
knows my loneliness
as I hear his melancholic song
my heart yearns for us
and I don't want to say goodbye
but we still have tonight
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Nigel is the only New Zealand gannet bird of its kind. He died this week surrounded by 80 concrete birds. The decoy figures were originally placed on the island to lure more gannets to the island but ended up as the lonely bird's only companions.
The bird lived on Mana Island for almost three years and spent every one of those years trying to win the affection of the inanimate fake birds placed there by conservationists in an effort to repopulate the island. Nigel hoped to win the friendship of all the fake birds on the island, but there was one particular fake bird that truly won his heart, his concrete sweetheart. Nigel spent years completing mating rituals in order to win over his lover. He even built a nest for her and tried his best to groom her. Nigel never did woo his stone lover and his dead body was found next to her. Thank you for taking the time to read and review my poem. Gypsy pictures from pinterest |
By Gypsy Blue Rose
| Author Note: | For Nigel |
My hand tests the water
of the zigzagging river
that carries away
my melancholic mood
and summons me
to the deepest end
The wind sighs and whispers
your name
along with dried drifting leaves
carrying
my destined to fail
hope to find you
I taste bitter-sweet cranberries
and I'm tempted to try
the deadly brown recluse
all reminiscent of your love
The purple dusk is beautiful
and a last futile try to cheer me up
before the impending sunset
says goodbye
The mums smell like death
as I lie on the cold ground
yearning for the feeling
of your warm body
next to mine
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The brown recluse is a poisonous spider
Mums = chrysanthemum flowers Chrysanthemums = are used at funerals in Spain, where I was born, I still can smell the mums at my mother's funeral Thank you for taking the time to read my poem. Gypsy |
By Gypsy Blue Rose
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"The course of true love never did run smoothly." - William Shakespeare
Modified free verse with repeating lines. Thank you for reading my poem Gypsy |
By Gypsy Blue Rose
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Garb = dress
free verse with one close to rhyme word Ekphrastic = a poem inspired by a picture or art piece Thank you very much for reading my poem, Gypsy |
By Gypsy Blue Rose
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Ekphrastic is a poem inspired by a picture or painting
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By Gypsy Blue Rose
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"I have crossed oceans of time to find you." - Bram Stoker's Dracula
================================================= Our kindred spirits dance to the gentle melody of the ocean and sky And when we die the melody won't stop our souls are entwined For now until our demise we'll dance we'll dance we'll dance To the rhythm of our hearts as long as we are alive our tangled lives will transcend distance and circumstance ================================================= Thank you for reading and reviewing my poem. Gypsy painting by Victoria Frances |
By Gypsy Blue Rose
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"Wild Thing" is a 60s song written by American songwriter Chip Taylor and popularized by the English rock band the Troggs.
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By Gypsy Blue Rose
| Author Note: | If You Would Like To Join the Finding Your Muse Club, please check my author notes |
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A bit silly and stereotypical but I hope it made you smile.
FINDING YOUR MUSE CLUB, this week's prompt is FREE WRITING click here to check it out Thank you for reading and reviewing my poem, Gypsy |
By Gypsy Blue Rose
| Author Note: | Dedicated to Dean Kuch, may he rest in peace |
At the break of dusk,
I hear the demon below and behind.
It teases and plays with my head
to drive me insane.
that never stops to rest.
It lurks in the halls all night,
i'll torment me till I die.
My dad and sister think I lie,
I feel like I’m going mad.
Who is going to believe a kid?
Grown-ups look at me aghast.
I know soon it'll drag me to hell
where I'll stay.
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"If you gaze long enough into an abyss, the abyss will gaze back into you." - Friedrich Nietzsche
Inspired by Boogeyman, a Stephen King Book Thank you for reading and reviewing my poem, Gypsy |
By Gypsy Blue Rose
| Author Note: | For Dean Kuch |
Come to spend the night
watching scary flicks,
you bring popcorn
I have sticky treats
and when you get spooked
I’ll let you hold my hand.
Don’t mind my fangs
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"Listen to them, the children of the night. What music they make!" - Bram Stoke, Dracula
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By Gypsy Blue Rose
| Author Note: | for a friend |
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"There are so many stars shining in the sky, so many beautiful things winking at you, but when Venus comes out, all the others are waned, they are pushed to the background." - Mehmet Murat Ildan
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By Gypsy Blue Rose
with cyan blue eyes,
soft-as-satin skin,
and lips as sweet
as passion fruit wine.
My body is set aflame
whenever we touch.
I was made for you,
you lying bastard scum.
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A bit of humor, but seriously, some husbands do not deserve their wives.
Urban dictionary = Scum is the epitome of a worthless, good-for-nothing human. Thank you very much for your time and kind review. Gypsy "The poet waits quietly to paint the unsaid." --Atticus |
By Gypsy Blue Rose
| Author Note: | Dedicated to My Muse |
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free verse about Mother Earth
Painted Snipe is a bird, found in South America and Australia, that makes a hu-hu-hu and drumming sound for more info click here Thank you for taking the time to read and review my poem. Gypsy |
By Gypsy Blue Rose
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Tough day
Verse with one or two unintentional rhymes or close to rhyme Thank you for being my constant friend and reviewer. I appreciate that you take the time to read my poems. Gypsy |
By Gypsy Blue Rose
| Author Note: | FICTION POEM/STORY if you want to join the club check my author notes |
~*~<> ~*~<> ~*~<> ~*~<> ~*~<>
My marriage
was fourteen years of hell,
most days I lived in a daze.
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My life was a nightmare
sometimes he had beaten me
so badly that I had to go to bed.
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He did that three or four times a year.
In 1985, the year of my miscarriage,
it had happened almost a dozen times.
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In September of that year
I had been coughing up blood.
He held off sex for three days.
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I was hoping it would stop,
but it always got worse
and I ended up at the hospital.
~*~<> ~*~<> ~*~<> ~*~<> ~*~<>
Where he told me what to say.
It turned out I had a broken rib
that was poking my lung.
~*~<> ~*~<> ~*~<> ~*~<> ~*~<>
I told them I fell downstairs
for the second time in three months
and not even the intern believed it.
~*~<> ~*~<> ~*~<> ~*~<> ~*~<>
But no one asked
any uncomfortable questions
they just fixed me up and sent me home.
~*~<> ~*~<> ~*~<> ~*~<> ~*~<>
My husband, Norman,
knew nobody would think
a police officer was a wife beater.
~*~<> ~*~<> ~*~<> ~*~<> ~*~<>
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*** This poem is fictional. But the topic is very real.
Entry for "The Finding Your Muse Club" event. The club is for poets who are looking for ways to find and keep their muse. This week we are switching a story's Point Of View (POV). I changed the third-person POV to the first-person POV. I chose a Stephen King book, "Rose Madder". It's a horror/fantasy novel published in 1995. It deals with the effects of domestic violence if you want to read more, click here NATIONAL DOMESTIC VIOLENCE CRISIS LINE 800-799-7233 many people blame the abused wife for staying. Most women are afraid for their lives and if they have children it's even worse. The cycle of abuse often goes through four main stages: tension, incident, reconciliation, and calm. Abusive behaviors may escalate from cycle to cycle, although this isnâ??t always the case. ............................ Thank you very much for reading my poem/story Gypsy Picture from pinterest |
By Gypsy Blue Rose
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Gypsy |
By Gypsy Blue Rose
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Free Verse doesn't follow any rules other than not rhyming.
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By Gypsy Blue Rose
~ you are my home ~
whenever you come
wherever you go
be aquamarine sea
or barley fields of gold
and as I travel
across the world
you are my heart
you are my world
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free verse
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By Gypsy Blue Rose
I love you night and day
between the sun and moon
they pull me forwards
like nothing else could
I lie upon lush grass
waiting for you
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Free verse, no punctuation or capital letters
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By Gypsy Blue Rose
| Author Note: | For my friend, James, who loves nature as much as I do |
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"No spring nor summer beauty hath such grace as I have seen in Her Autumnal face."
- John Donne Thank you for reading my poem, Gypsy |
By Gypsy Blue Rose
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"The Sandman" is a character in the comic book created by writer, Neil Gaiman.
The Sandman is also known as Morpheus, the personification of the concept of dreams, he is one of the Endless gods: Destiny, Death, Dream, Destruction, Desire, Despair, and Delirium. |
By Gypsy Blue Rose
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My son has been diagnosed with congestive heart failure. He is currently at the hospital and hopefully will go back home soon. Thank you to Helen, and the fanstorian friends who are praying for him. I really appreciate it.
MariVal (gypsy) |
By Gypsy Blue Rose
| Author Note: | for my horror fan fellow, Gretchen (poem in black font in author notes |
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The devil = satan, prince of darkness, lucifer
Hell = hades, the eternal abyss =========================== Poem in Black Font: Desire has a thing for bad boys so she sold her soul to the Prince of Darkness ~ Satan�?� ~ in exchange she got exotic thrills, power, diamonds, gold, and to be the most popular girl at the end of a long life, her spirit spiraled down to Hades, The Eternal Abyss, with Lucifer, the Big Honcho, ~ the Hotshot�?� ~ ========== Gogyohka is a five-line free-style Japanese poetic form with no strict rules on syllable count but as brief as possible. Any theme. Lines are grammatically connected. Alliteration, personification, and metaphor are okay but never rhyme. Japanese poets have written gogyohka since the 1910s. However, they did not name the form until 1983 by poet Enta Kusakabe. === source = writers digest ===source=wikipedia Thank you for taking the time to read and review my poem. Gypsy |
By Gypsy Blue Rose
| Author Note: | A Little Halloween Dark Humor |
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A little Halloween dark humor.
The most famous voodoo queen was Marie Laveau (1794-1881). Louisiana Voodoo is an African religion that originated in Louisiana. It arose through a process of combining traditional religions of West Africa, the Roman Catholic form of Christianity, and Haitian Vodou. No central authority is in control of Louisiana Voodoo, which is organized through autonomous groups. wikipedia Piney Woods is a real place in Louisiana. Thank you for taking the time to read my poem. Gypsy |
By Gypsy Blue Rose
| Author Note: | for Dean Kuch |
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Horror Haiku is written by Japanese poets too. They call it "Hora Haiku" which has the same rules as haiku but the topic is horror. Dean Kuch and I wrote a published horror haiku book.
Zombie apocalypse is a genre of fiction in which society collapses due to overwhelming swarms of zombies. Shelley has inspired me to write a brevette (*=*) The Brevette, created by Emily Romano consists of a subject (noun), verb, and object (noun), in this exact order. The verb should show an ongoing action. This is done by spacing out the letters in the verb. There are only 3 words in the poem, giving it the title Brevette. Each of the three words may have any number of syllables, but it is desirable that the poem has balance in the choice of these words. Unlike haiku, there are no other rules to follow. rules from poets collective rules from shadowpoetry examples Thank you for reading my poem. Gypsy pictures from pinterest |
By Gypsy Blue Rose
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Today is Helen's Birthday and I wrote this poem for her. She is the kindest friend I have. I love her very much. She always prays for me and my family whenever I need it, with the most beautiful prayers. But she doesn't need an introduction, you all know her and know how wonderful she is.
SIJO poem is a traditional Korean poetic form related to haiku and tanka. Sijo is comprised of 44-46 syllables. Themes can be romantic, metaphysical, reflection, or spiritual. Originally it was written in four lines but it�???�??�?�¢??s okay to write it in more. FIRST STANZA IS THEME: 3,4,4,4; SECOND STANZA IS ELABORATION: 3,4,4,4; THIRD STANZA IS COUNTER THEME: 3,5.; FOURTH STANZA IS COMPLETION: 4,3 Thank you very much for taking the time to read and review my poem. Gypsy "The poet waits quietly to paint the unsaid." Atticus painting is Korean folk art from pinterest |
By Gypsy Blue Rose
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Gypsy |
By Gypsy Blue Rose
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Precipice = cliff
Free Verse Thank you for taking the time to read and review my poem, Gypsy |
By Gypsy Blue Rose
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A fantasy love poem.
The repeating phrase is a line from - Dracula, Bran Stoker "I have crossed oceans of time to find you." It's my favorite quote from movies. |
By Gypsy Blue Rose
~€~
come rest your weary bones
on the mossy-covered throne
of smooth polished rock
~€~
by the rushing clear river
where you can fish
delicious rainbow trout
as sunbeams glide between willows'
hugging boughs and shading leaves
amidst fragrant sweet passion flowers
~€~
feast on wild raspberries and nuts
then quench your thirst
with clear fresh water
sit back and listen
to the forest’s symphony
of birds, foxes, and crickets
forget all your troubles
let me take care of you
you are my sons and daughters
~€~
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free verse that covers the five senses: sight, smell, touch, hearing, taste
In Greek mythology, Gaia is Mother Earth, the ancestral mother. Mother Nature is a personification of nature that focuses on the life-giving and nurturing aspects of nature in the form of the mother. rainbow trout, is native in streams from Baja California to Alaska, used as a food and game fish. Thank you for reading and reviewing my poem, Gypsy hugs "when you love what you have, you have everything you need" pictures from pinterest |
By Gypsy Blue Rose
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"Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs
being purged from the sparkling in lovers' eyes. Being a sea nourished by lovers' tears my bounty is as boundless as the sea, my love as deep." - Romeo and Juliet, Willian Shakespeare Thank you for reading and reviewing my poem,       
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By Gypsy Blue Rose
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Penumbras = darkness, shadows
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By Gypsy Blue Rose
Warning: The author has noted that this contains the highest level of sexual content.
I thought you were the one.
We shared so much ...
passion
laughter
adventures
near and far.
Can men and women be friends?
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Men and women can be friends but not if they used to be a couple, or if one of the two are in love with the other.
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By Gypsy Blue Rose
| Author Note: | poem in black and white in author notes |
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"And into the forest I go to lose my mind and find my soul." - John Muir
ekphrastic is a poem inspired by a picture or painting there's a secret place in the forest where nobody goes to see wildflowers grow - a carpet of pine needles cover the ground and winter scent imbues the air about Thank you for reading and reviewing my poem, Gypsy pictures from pinteres |
By Gypsy Blue Rose
your nose is a bit long
and your smile tilts to the right
you have a rather dense
hairy chest
but I love you just like that
that you say are worth a lot
though they're as thin
as your favorite underpants
but I love you in any clothes you want
you snore at night
while I lie awake
counting the ways
I can kill you in your sleep
but I love you even then
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Hehe... a little humor...
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By Gypsy Blue Rose
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free verse without punctuation
I probably sound like a stalker LoL but it's just poetic love and drama Thank you for taking the time to read my poem, Gypsy |
By Gypsy Blue Rose
I love you,
while never-ending creeks flow
guiding stars to the sea
I love you,
since the first moment I met you
rowing in the river of time
I love you,
your sweet nothing whispers
echo in my body and soul
I love you,
my desire runs wild through the forest
breaking shadows of doubt
I love you
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Gypsy |
By Gypsy Blue Rose
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By Gypsy Blue Rose
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Snow Bunting is a rare bird that has adapted to live in very cold environments. It is found in the Arctic regions of North America, Eurasia, northern Canada, Alaska, and Scandinavia. Their habitat ranges from treeless tundra near sea level up to treeless alpine meadows at about 14,800 feet.
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By Gypsy Blue Rose
poor
c h i l d
hangs his handmade
Christmas ornaments
on the park’s pine tree
topped by the North Star
and illuminated
by the Light of the world
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And Jesus said, "I am the Light of the world." ( John 8:12 )
Free verse for the contest, Thank you for taking the time to read and review my poem, Gypsy |
By Gypsy Blue Rose
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Gypsy "The poet waits quietly to paint the unsaid." Atticus |
By Gypsy Blue Rose
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Gypsy |
By Gypsy Blue Rose
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thank you for reading my poem, I appreciate your time and kindness
moonflowers are flowers that open at night and resemble a trumpet Gypsy |
By Gypsy Blue Rose
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Inspired by the Song of Solomon and Pablo Neruda poems.
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By Gypsy Blue Rose
| Author Notes |
Romantic free verse poem about a man in love with his best friend's girl
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By Gypsy Blue Rose
| Author Notes |
inspired by Pablo Neruda poems
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By Gypsy Blue Rose
life of my life
I feel you deep inside
and wait for words
that may never come
I lose you
again and again
but I must try anyway
in our elusive game
my immortal desire
travels across the universe
through galaxies of time
and a myriad luminous stars
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Thank you for taking the time to read and review my poem,
Gypsy pictures from pinterest, JensFineArt |
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