By Gypsy Blue Rose
I love You,
and I hope You know
how much
You have changed my life
just by being You.
I love You,
as the streams full of stars
flow alone at night
amidst smooth rocks
where translucent fish fly
between surface and sky.
I love You,
as You travel
through timeless dawns
that glide across the ages
to touch my life.
I love You
You rescued me
from the darkest night
where I struggled with lies
and the eternal
suffering of being.
I love You,
because You are the only one
in my corner
when I fight with my life’s ghosts
and struggle to take a breath
You calmed my fears.
I love You,
where birds carry my spirit high
and southern winds
carry me away
above oceans and lands
I love You
| Author Notes |
Inspired by the New Testament
Inspired by "The Book of Longings" - author Sue Monk Kidd Inspired by, "Te Amo" - poet Julia de Burgos I have been sharing very personal history, sometimes I need to purge my soul. This poem came to mind while thinking about a few times I thought about killing myself. I didn't have friends and my children are my only family close to me, but I couldn't talk to them about it. God was the only one on my side, but He was all I needed. I have horrible panic attacks that make me feel like I can't breathe, it's an awful feeling. Some of my depression episodes have been so bad that I thought about killing myself. I didn't want to die, it was just too hard to live. I still feel bad about myself but I'm working on it. Fortunately, I do feel better. I have a good doctor and found the right medication. I live with my daughter and grandson. He is a precious little boy, I take care of him. It's hard to be sad around him. ( lifeline for suicide prevention is 988) I hope sharing my personal experiences will help somebody. Thank you for reading and reviewing my poem, Gypsy |
By Gypsy Blue Rose
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Intrepid = resolutely fearless
Gallop = to ride a horse at full speed Seven seas= the Arctic, North Atlantic, South Atlantic, North Pacific, South Pacific, Indian, and Southern Oceans. Thank you for reading and reviewing my poem. Gypsy |
By Gypsy Blue Rose
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Inspired by 'The Book of Longings' by Sue Monk Kidd
In Spain, where I am from, we believe cypress trees point to heaven. They are planted in cemeteries. Thank you for reading and reviewing my poem. Gypsy |
By Gypsy Blue Rose
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I grew up in Spain by the Mediterranean Sea. I have good memories.
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By Gypsy Blue Rose
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Gypsy |
By Gypsy Blue Rose
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By Gypsy Blue Rose
when I was a tyke
I followed fireflies
in grandma’s back yard —
my heart full of light
| Author Notes |
20 syllables poem for the contest
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By Gypsy Blue Rose
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By Gypsy Blue Rose
and when my boat comes in
push it back to sea
let the winter breeze
guide the white sails
to the dark midnight sky
amidst somber clouds
that say goodbye
let the ocean waves
carry my ashes
to tender shores
and be One with All
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Gypsy |
By Gypsy Blue Rose
| Author Notes |
WHITNEY POEM
This titled syllabic form, created by Betty Ann Whitney has exactly seven lines. Syllable Pattern: 3, 4, 3, 4, 3, 4, 7 click here to see source click here to see source Thank you very much for reading and reviewing my poem, Gypsy |
By Gypsy Blue Rose
| Author Note: | for my best friend, Helen, who always prays for me, among others |
I know …
what You did for me
You suffered for all my sins
and you'll continue to love me
U N C O N D I T I O N A L L Y
We know
You have loved and been loved
been seen and heard
will never be forgotten
not a single act of love
will be squandered
because you love us
U N C O N D I T I O N A L L Y
You brought your Father's kingdom
as You hoped
Your love-seeds are planted
in all our hearts and souls
because you love us
U N C O N D I T I O N A L L Y
You know,
sometimes I worry
but deep in my heart
I know the truth
scarcity does not define me
You'll take care of all my needs
because You love me
U N C O N D I T I O N A L L Y
You don’t judge my faith
and the way I pray
or the way my altar looks
maybe it’s not as fancy
as other ones
but it is the way it is
it doesn’t need jewels or silk
because you love me
U N C O N D I T I O N A L L Y
I am enough the way I am
I don’t fall short
I am different
but that is alright
I love and praise You
in my own way
and that is okay
because I know
with all my heart
that You love me
U N C O N D I T I O N A L L Y
U N C O N D I T I O N A L L Y
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Gypsy |
By Gypsy Blue Rose
and when I die
you will find me
between the sea and sky
I'll be in blue mountains
with a good view
of little white houses
my body will be the path
for vendors and carts
pulled by stubborn donkeys
I will give green to the pines
yellow to sunflowers
and blue to the sky
| Author Notes |
Zen monks believe everything is linked in nature, including people. Zen is a movement, introduced into Japan in the 12th century, that emphasizes enlightenment, meditation, and intuitive insights.
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By Gypsy Blue Rose
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Gypsy |
By Gypsy Blue Rose
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non-fiction
In Spain, when I was growing up, dead bodies were kept at home for one night to have family and friends pay respects and a final goodbye, instead of at a funeral home. Maybe this has changed since I was a child. Thank you for reading and reviewing my poem, gypsy |
By Gypsy Blue Rose
go to sleep
my precious one
your boat is on the shore
waiting for you
my little girl
go to sleep
my sweetie pie
on this clear night
and amber dusk
my little angel
go to sleep
I’ll push the boat
deep into your dream
there you go
my baby girl
| Author Notes |
Cancion de Cuna is Spanish for Lullaby
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 "Poetry heals the wounds inflicted by reason." - Novalis pictures from pinterest |
By Gypsy Blue Rose
Warning: The author has noted that this contains the highest level of sexual content.
By Gypsy Blue Rose
| Author Note: | words definition in author notes |
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Sorry about the sad valentine's day prologue, it's for those people who are not in romantic relationships... I'm sure there are a few in fanstory. True love should be celebrated every day. Valentine's day is another way to make money. But of course, it will be a happy and fun day for many. I hope you have a magical one.
Disillusion (disenchanted; dissatisfied or defeated in expectation or hope) Nostalgic (thinking about a happier time) Moribund (dying or near death) Insufficient (not enough) Thank you very much for reading my poem, Gypsy |
By Gypsy Blue Rose
| Author Note: | Happy Valentine's Day |
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free verse without punctuation
The title, "When I'm Sixty Four", is a Beatles song. Thank you very much for reading and reviewing my poem. Gypsy Poem in black font Will You Still Love Me When I'm Sixty Four I'm afraid of forgetting the splendid sunshine of your smile will gardens still bloom for us with the scents of spring permeating our long-haul love will your mouth still remember the taste of mine at 16 and the sweetness that lingered will our hungry hands explore every inch of our being and soul on life's winding road our love is evergreen and I'm still next to you and you to me Will You Still Love Me When I'm Sixty Four https://youtu.be/HCTunqv1Xt4?si=gdoSNdrMlr8XhDsn |
By Gypsy Blue Rose
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You come to me
whenever I hear Your song
pulling the heartstrings of my soul
I feel Your true love
Nobody has ever
loved me the way You do
I feel seen and accepted
by Your sacred heart
My soul is full to the brim
with all the things seen and unseen
that show Your love for me
like a splendid sunrise or a child’s smile
On Valentine's Day
or any other time
I know that You love me
the kind of love that lasts
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"Love caresses your tenderest branches that quiver in the sun, so shall he descend to your roots and shake them in their clinging to the earth. Like sheaves of corn, he gathers you unto himself.
All these things shall love do unto you that you may know the secrets of your heart, and in that knowledge become a fragment of Life's heart. When you love you should not say, "God is in my heart", but rather, "I am in the heart of God." And think not you can direct the course of love, for love, if it finds you worthy, directs your course. Love has no other desire but to fulfill itself. But if you love and have desires, let these be your desires: -To melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night. -To know the pain of too much tenderness. -To be wounded by your own understanding of love, and to bleed willingly and joyfully. - To wake at dawn with a winged heart and give thanks for another day of loving; -To rest at the noon hour and meditate on love's ecstasy; -To return home at eventide with gratitude, and then to sleep with a prayer for the beloved in your heart and a song of praise upon your lips." - On Love, by poet Kahlil Gibran, from his book, "The Prophet". Thank you for reading my poem. Happy Valentine's Day, may it be filled by love today and always. Gypsy |
By Gypsy Blue Rose
| Author Notes |
"Comfortably Numb" is the title of a Pink Floyd's song. The song's melancholic melody and emotive lyrics speak to the struggles of addiction, depression, and emotional numbness.
inspired by Emily Dickinson's "Because I Could Not Stop for Death" Because I could not stop for Death He kindly stopped for me The Carriage held but just Ourselves And Immortality. We slowly drove - He knew no haste And I had put away My labor and my leisure too, For His Civility We passed the School, where Children strove At Recess in the Ring We passed the Fields of Gazing Grain We passed the Setting Sun Or rather He passed us The Dews drew quivering and chill For only Gossamer, my Gown My Tipp only Tulle We paused before a House that seemed A Swelling of the Ground The Roof was scarcely visible The Cornice in the Ground Since then is Centuries and yet Feels shorter than the Day I first surmised the Horses Heads Were toward Eternity Thank you very much for reading and reviewing my poem Gypsy picture by Anne Stokes, at Deviantart |
By Gypsy Blue Rose
| Author Notes |
This poem can be read as God and a girl; or as an adult and her inner child.
This week, in the Finding Your Muse club, we are writing a letter to our younger self or the Child Within. If you would like to join the club, just click on the link below and follow the prompts. Please let me know if you need help. Gypsy National Child Abuse Prevention Hotline 1 800 422 4453 24 hours 7 days a week National Domestic Violence Hotline 24 hours 7 days a week 1 800 787 3224 |
By Gypsy Blue Rose
| Author Note: | sexual innuendoes, not crude |
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Gypsy |
By Gypsy Blue Rose
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Thank you for reading my poem,
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By Gypsy Blue Rose
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Inspired by the Prophet by poet Kahlil Gibran
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By Gypsy Blue Rose
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Rip - to surf very well
I used a lot of surfing terms, click here if you want to read the surfing glossary-terms Thank you very much for reading my poem. Having a bit of fun. Gypsy |
By Gypsy Blue Rose
when love calls, follow,
even if the path is rocky
beneath a turbulent sky
let it enfold you
if passion thrusts you
with yearning’s sword
dress your wounds
and search for more
and when it speaks
believe its soothing words
even if your heart breaks
grieve and find new love
| Author Notes |
This poem is about Love, not about a lover. Inspired by one of my favorite books, "The Prophet" is a book of 26 prose poetry fables written by the Lebanese-American poet and writer Kahlil Gibran. wikipedia
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By Gypsy Blue Rose
church in ruins
at war ravaged town—
only leafless trees left
to bear witness
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bear witness = to make a statement saying that one saw or knows something.
bare = without clothing Thank you for reading and reviewing my poem. Gypsy |
By Gypsy Blue Rose
| Author Notes |
My divorce happened a long time ago and I don't feel like that anymore. I was deeply in-love and it took me 5 years to let him go. He definitely didn't love me unconditionally and I'm better off without him. Now I'm happy and I don't need a man.
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By Gypsy Blue Rose
| Author Notes |
Inspired by my favorite poets and their books, Kahlil Gibran's- The Prophet-; and Sue Monk Kidd - The Book of Longings-. Both books are fictional but inspired by the gospel according to John about Jesus Christ in the New Testament.
I divided the poems into chapters so they are easier to read Thank you very much for reading and reviewing my poem Gypsy |
By Gypsy Blue Rose
| Author Note: | definitions in my author notes |
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"lake full of cobalt sky'' is the reflection of the sky on the lake AND it's a Zen concept that everything is interconnected.
"cobalt" is a shade of blue "once in a blue moon" is an idiom that means once in a long time. It's based on the fact that Blue Moons occur once every two to three years, according to NASA. Thank you very much for reading and reviewing my poem. Gypsy pictures from my pinterest account |
By Gypsy Blue Rose
| Author Notes |
Inspired by my favorite poets and their books, Kahlil Gibran's- The Prophet-; and Sue Monk Kidd - The Book of Longings-. Both books are fictional but inspired by the gospel according to John about Jesus Christ in the New Testament.
click here if you want to read Chapter One Thank you for reading my poem, Gypsy |
By Gypsy Blue Rose
| Author Notes |
Women have been stoned in the Middle East for centuries and it still happens today.
CNN article why women are stoned to death Countries that still stone women: Afghanistan, Indonesia, Iran, Iraq, Malaysia, Mauritania, Nigeria, Pakistan, Qatar, Saudi, Arabia, Somalia, Sudan, United Arab Emirates, and Yemen. Thank you very much for reading my poem, Gypsy pictures from my Pinterest account |
By Gypsy Blue Rose
| Author Notes |
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
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By Gypsy Blue Rose
Your voice cuddles me
with nurturing words
that satiate my soul's thirst
in a way only You know
through the seasons of love
spring yearns to rise
between my toes
with tickling sprouts
that faithfully follow
nature's flow
what wondrous things to see
from land to heaven above
I am grateful and at peace
knowing He provides
maybe not all I want but all I need
| Author Notes |
some of my spiritual thoughts about God and nature
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By Gypsy Blue Rose
If You Forget Me
you should know
I still see you every night
on the moon phase
and hear your name
in the autumn wind
I seek warmth
from our passion’s fire
but only embers
remain
you were my life
my hope
my future
my dream
now all the roads
lead to lovelessness
and our life together
reached the end
| Author Notes |
free verse all in lowercase except the title
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By Gypsy Blue Rose
| Author Notes |
"hand over the chocolate and nobody will get hurt"
free verse with a syllable count 2/4/6/6/4/2/7 The picture is from a movie called ''Chocolat" starring Johnny Depp and Juliette Binoche. Chocolat is chocolate in French. Thank you very much for reading and reviewing my poem Gypsy pictures from my Pinterest account |
By Gypsy Blue Rose
poet’s plume
dances across the page
bleeding love poems
written with red ink
and passion
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Plume: a feather; an old fashion writing pen
A Naani poem has 4 lines. The total number of syllables in the poem is between 20 to 25. While the poem does not have to be about a particular subject it is often about human relations or current statements. rules from Poetry Dances fanstory Red feather spiritual meaning: �¢?? is one of joy, courage, passion, strength, and creativity. Thank you for reading my poem, Gypsy pictures from my Pinterest account |
By Gypsy Blue Rose
summer breeze caresses
his golden skin
from head to toes
he is intoxicated by her scent
of sweet tangerines
as he loses himself
entangled in a veil of warm air
with the nebulous svelte silhouette
of the California Southern Wind
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tercet free verse suite using personification of the wind
Nebulous = cloudlike, hazy Silhouette = the outline and shape of something Svelte = graceful, slender title is inspired by "Tangerine Dream" a German electronic music band founded in 1967 by Edgar Froese. Thank you very much for reading my poem. Gypsy |
By Gypsy Blue Rose
| Author Note: | poem in black font in my author notes |
little by little
you forgot to love me
with passion
like the first time
it’s alright
l finally forgot too
spring winds
carried memories
of you and me
at the end
I caressed your face
with tender love
for one last time
| Author Notes |
Free Verse with lowercase
POEM IN BLACK FONT little by little you forgot to love me with passion like the first time it's alright l finally forgot to love you too spring winds carried memories of you and me when we were one at the end I caressed your face with tender love for one last time Thank you very much for reading and reviewing my poem. Gypsy pictures from my pinterest account |
By Gypsy Blue Rose
time after time
we find each other
at the shore of infinity
where our steadfast love
is constant and unwavering
reaching profound depths
time after time
| Author Notes |
Free Verse
The title, "Time After Time" is a song by Cyndi Lauper, it has no relation to the poem, I just like the phrase. Thank you very much for reading and reviewing my poem. Gypsy |
By Gypsy Blue Rose
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Thank you very much for reading and reviewing my poem about life. It's our club challenge for this week. Event: Describe the sunset and use it as a metaphor for the end of a personâ??s life.
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By Gypsy Blue Rose
h e r
unruly dark curls
and eyes of rain clouds
stir turbulent passion in men's hearts
| Author Notes |
Four-line poem for the contest
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By Gypsy Blue Rose
I thought he was the one
but he was not
he is only dust from my past
our memories
are enmeshed in disarray
swept under time’s carpet
midst his ambivalence
and cruelty
if thoughts of him surface
u n i n v i t e d
I say my mantra
“d o n' t g o t h e r e”
once I considered death
but I'm still here
I survived
| Author Notes |
If you or someone you know is suicidal tell him or her that life gets better
*** 988*** is the suicide and crisis line free verse thank you very much for taking the time to review my poem, gypsy pictures from my Pinterest account |
By Gypsy Blue Rose
the sky is filled to the brim
with trembling stars
as the wind tousled her hair
blowing away all doubts
where blooming flowers’ scent
wafts the sultry air
and flies buzz by here and there
in the summer night
| Author Notes |
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Gypsy |
By Gypsy Blue Rose
the bells toll at break of day
and you are not here
the love poems I write for you
are braided with unwavering woe
tears of dew fall over pastoral fields
as the dying night loses luster
when you are not with me at dawn
the morning is as cold as marble
| Author Notes |
free verse couplets from a man's point of view
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By Gypsy Blue Rose
his fierce northern wind
howls like a pack of wolves
whipping through the land
in search of his Ice Queen
looking forward
their tempestuous affair
| Author Notes |
I thought of elf Lady Galadreil, lord of the rings and the hobbit but the poem is not about her.
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By Gypsy Blue Rose
| Author Note: | For My Cat Ellie |
I’ll never forget
you kept my lap warm
and your purring engine
brought you home
you were the best
with the softest paws
and wet nose
a lifetime of mews and trills
asking for treats and love
| Author Notes |
free verse with low caps
My cat, Ellie, has stomach cancer. It has spread all over her little body and there is nothing we can do for her. All of you who have pets know they are an important part of the family. I always gave her treats after dinner and if I was late she would sit in front of me and stare ... so cute. She was always very patient and sweet with my grandson. I am going to miss her a lot. Writing is how I process my emotions, it does help. Thank you for reading and reviewing my poem. Gypsy pictures from my Pinterest account |
By Gypsy Blue Rose
he proposed
and his voice
cast a spell
over me
thereafter,
silence fell
upon us
like a veil
and quiet
crimson leaves
danced and dived
to the ground
touched my face
tenderly
and earth hummed
his love song
his body
sighed waiting,
my answer
rode the breeze
then I knew
I meant to
be in this
blest moment
yes, I do!
| Author Notes |
Quatrains with 3 syllables per line and one line at the end. I created this form.
Cast = Over centuries, the word 'cast' has changed, now the past tense form of cast is 'cast' thank you for reading and reviewing my poem, Gypsy |
By Gypsy Blue Rose
last night
you came by
in a dark dream
and even in dreams
you had to hide
with your bag of lies
now you belong
to someone else
and it’s her turn to cry
for your cheating ways
and nobody
can change that
we had our love
we had our laughs
it wasn’t a good idea
but I was young
and I learned my lesson
at last
| Author Notes |
six lines suite free verse
thank you for your review and feedback, gypsy |
By Gypsy Blue Rose
her body
white hills and verdant valleys
her thighs
a path to deep caverns
sanctuary for wary bones
she is my world
my Queen
my Goddess
my Lady of the Lake
my farmer’s body is rough and worn
working the arable soil
tenderly tending to seeds
I love her mysterious ways
| Author Notes |
Free Verse with low caps and minimum punctuation.
The Lady of the Lake (poem is not about her, I just use her name on one line) is the name of a fairy-like human enchantress in medieval literature and mythology associated with the legend of King Arthur. arable= capable of producing the crop Thank you very much for reading and reviewing my poem, Gypsy pictures from my Pinterest account, by Sara Meseguer |
By Gypsy Blue Rose
raindrops outside
play a melancholic song
against the window pane—
inside
flowers die
leaf by leaf
| Author Notes |
Thank you for reading and reviewing my poem.
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By Gypsy Blue Rose
the world awakens
as Venus sows sunrise seeds
over blue planet
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By Gypsy Blue Rose
the moon sat
like fire on the mountain
crowned with a cloudless sky
black and full of embers
my whole body and soul
ached to call out to him
but words escaped me
in the stellar silence
his kind burning gaze
pierced my inhibitions
and tamed
my rebellious heart
his beautiful face flared
the way into my world
as I felt a ripple of intimate
touch inside me
it caused a furious pounding
inside my heart
where my passion
and my being resides
a wild thought knocked on my mind
with a sense of urgency
that he was a wanderer as I am
the one who could set me free
| Author Notes |
Thank you for reading and reviewing my poem.
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By Gypsy Blue Rose
| Author Note: | rules and poem in black font in author notes |
after you left
I sailed turbulent waters
beneath a gypsy moon
trailing silver stardust
I followed the night
embraced by the summer breeze
on my cradling boat
lulled by waves
sailing over a lonesome sea
I drown in your absence
musing what could have been
| Author Notes |
Poem inspired by poet Federico Garcia Lorca
RYOKAN POEM -- Taigu Ryokan was born in northern Japan in 1785. He was a successful haiku poet. When he was eighteen years old Ryokan met the Zen Master Kokusen became a Buddhist monk. He wrote about nature and the way people related to each other The rules are the same as free verse. You can use any amount of syllables and lines. Doesn't rhyme. It's written in lowercase and no punctuation. You may use any poetic device. Thank you very much for reading my poem. Gypsy pictures from my Pinterest account POEM IN BLACK FONT �???�??�?� after you left me �??�?�¢?? I sailed turbulent water beneath a gypsy moon trailing silver stardust I followed the twilight, embraced by the summer breeze and on a�???�??�?� cradling bough sailing over the bitter sea I drown in your absence musing what could have been |
By Gypsy Blue Rose
my voice sought the wind
to reach her
but she belongs to another
her voice, her body, her eyes
linger dormant in my heart
telling myself I don’t love her
it’s true
our love didn’t last
and after time it died
we forgot
the way our bodies
intertwined
because on nights like this
with her body next to mine
she trembled in my arms
now all that remains
are dying embers and emptiness
~ I lost her ~
| Author Notes |
Thank you for taking the time to read and review my poem. It's inspired by Pablo Neruda poetry. I write from a man's point of view, just to try something different.
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