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
| Author Note: | word definitions in auther notes |
| Author Notes |
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
| Author Notes |
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
| Author Notes |
I grew up in Spain by the Mediterranean Sea. I have good memories.
Thank you very much for reading my poem. Gypsy pictures from pinterest |
By Gypsy Blue Rose
| Author Notes |
Thank you very much for reading and reviewing my poem,
Gypsy |
By Gypsy Blue Rose
| Author Notes |
Thank you very much for reading and reviewing my poem.
Gypsy pictures from Pinterest |
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
Thank you for reading and reviewing my poem, Gypsy |
By Gypsy Blue Rose
| Author Notes |
Thank you for reading and reviewing my poem,
Gypsy pictures from pinterest |
By Gypsy Blue Rose
| Author Notes |
Thank you very much for reading and reviewing my poem,
Gypsy |
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
| Author Notes |
Thank you for taking the time to read and review my poem,
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
| Author Notes |
Thank you for taking the time to read my poem.
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.
Thank you for reading and reviewing my poem Gypsy |
By Gypsy Blue Rose
| Author Notes |
Thank you for reading my poem,
Gypsy |
By Gypsy Blue Rose
| Author Notes |
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 |
| Author Notes |
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 |
| Author Notes |
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
| Author Note: | if you have time, please read my author notes |
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
| Author Notes |
"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 |
| Author Notes |
Thank you very much for taking the time to read and review my poem,
Gypsy |
By Gypsy Blue Rose
| Author Notes |
Thank you for reading my poem,
Gypsy picture from JensFineArt at pinterest |
By Gypsy Blue Rose
| Author Notes |
Inspired by the Prophet by poet Kahlil Gibran
Thank you very much for reading and reviewing my poem. Gypsy |
By Gypsy Blue Rose
| Author Notes |
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
Thank you very much for reading and reviewing my poem. Gypsy |
By Gypsy Blue Rose
church in ruins
at war ravaged town—
only leafless trees left
to bear witness
| Author Notes |
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.
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.
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 |
| Author Notes |
"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
Thank you for taking the time to read and review my poem. Gypsy picture from my Pinterest account |
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
Thank you for reading and reviewing my poem, I appreciate your time and kind words Gypsy pictures from my Pinterest account |
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
Thank you for your time and review Gypsy pictures from my Pinterest account |
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
| Author Notes |
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
| Author Notes |
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
| Author Note: | If You Would Like To Join the Finding my Muse Club, please check my author notes |
| Author Notes |
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.
Gypsy pictures from my Pinterest account |
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
thank you very much for reading and reviewing my poem gypsy pictures from my Pinterest account |
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 |
Thank you very much for reading and reviewing my poem.
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
Thank you very much for reading and reviewing my poem, Gypsy pictures from my Pinterest account, by David Durall |
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.
Thank you for reading and reviewing my poem, Gypsy pictures from my Pinterest account |
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.
Gypsy pictures from my Pinterest account |
By Gypsy Blue Rose
the world awakens
as Venus sows sunrise seeds
over blue planet
| Author Notes |
Thank you for reading and reviewing my poem.
Gypsy pictures from my Pinterest account |
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.
Gypsy pictures from my Pinterest account |
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.
Gypsy pictures from my Pinterest account |
By Gypsy Blue Rose
winter’s tempestuous wrath
can't take away her hope
praying for his return
while the storm stubbornly lurks
white clouds say goodbye
as the raging gust rips his last lie,
'cause the wind doesn’t have a heart,
and his love dies in the dark
lightning flashes and thunder booms
as the girl counts seconds between the two
with her loyal trembling dog by her side
she waits for Dad to come home
| Author Notes |
the girl waits for her dad who will never come, perhaps he is dead, or he abandoned her
If you count the number of seconds between the flash of lightning and the sound of thunder and then divide by 5, you'll get the distance in miles to the lightning: 5 seconds = 1 mile, 15 seconds = 3 miles, 0 seconds = very close. Keep in mind that you should be in a safe place while counting. Thank you very much for reading and reviewing my poem. Gypsy pictures from my Pinterest account |
By Gypsy Blue Rose
| Author Note: | Dedicated to Maya Angelou |
from her dark room
she watches people go by
they laugh cheerfully
and go to places near and far
she dreams of the things
they may do and feel
from her dark room
she dreams of joy beyond the hills
but she is trapped in dread and fear
no one to embrace
only memories of his touch
and the loving way he was
broken promises lie by her feet
on her dark empty room
where nobody sees
her unrequited love
longing for the way it used to be
when she was happy and free
| Author Notes |
"The caged bird sings
with fearful trill of the things unknown but longed for still and his tune is heard on the distant hill for the caged bird sings of freedom" - 'I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings', by Maya Angelou, American Poet Laureate, author, and civil rights activist. The contest requirement is to write about a woman who has impacted my life. I chose Maya Angelou because she is my favorite poet and a remarkable woman. I feel inspired by Maya in many ways ... personal advice, inspirational speeches, the way she lived her life, and her beautiful poems. Thank you for reading my poem, Gypsy |
By Gypsy Blue Rose
tempestuous morning
entangled with winds of change
kisses the clouds goodbye
as the storm shakes off
the multitude journeys
of you and I
≈♦≈
night of lovers' beating hearts
bathed in nocturnal music
sang by creatures of the dark
it dances between ancient trees
and silent rocks
| Author Notes |
free verse with lower caps, no punctuation, and personification of "Morning and Night".
Thank you for reading and reviewing my poem. Gypsy pictures from my Pinterest account. I use two programs for my presentation: ImageShack and Window's Paint. - Gypsy Blue Rose�???�??�?�© |
By Gypsy Blue Rose
you can’t have me
don't invade my space
I said stay away!
you can’t gaze
at my blue eyes, my cherry lips,
or my ivory skin
you can’t steal my passion
or the way I sway my hips
when I strut along the way
with each breath I take
I reinvent myself
don’t assume to know 'who I am'
if I give you permission
you may touch all over
my voluptuous curbs
you may gently bite my lips,
hold the crook of my neck,
you may caress my beautiful face
| Author Notes |
inspired by - Maya Angelou, American poet, author, and civil rights activist
Thank you for reading my poem, gypsy |
By Gypsy Blue Rose
even though
we never met
I know the color of your eyes
and the taste of your lips
day and night
you are on my mind
I think about what you’re doing
and the way you laugh
at times I ponder
what’s the taste of your skin
salty?... sweet?
or strawberry wine?
I like to think
your tanned arms are covered
with short hairs shining in the sun
I wish I could touch
even though
we never met
I wonder what you are doing
tonight
| Author Notes |
This poem is about an obsessive person infatuated with someone he or she never met in person.
Thank you very much for reading my poem. Gypsy |
By Gypsy Blue Rose
she died much too young
and now her clear blue eyes
are cloudy and filled with emptiness
~ grief reigns in my useless life ~
| Author Notes |
Inspired by Edgar Allan Poe's poem, Lenore. I don't mean to compare my poem to his poem at all, it's just an inspiration.
Thank you for reading and reviewing my poem. Gypsy pictures from my Pinterest account, I use two programs for my presentations- ImageShack and Windows' Paint. All parts of my presentations are copyrighted. |
By Gypsy Blue Rose
when love calls
follow
even if it breaks your heart
embrace it
caress love’s tenderness
as it caresses
the trembling sun
that warms our souls
love molds you
until you are part
of God’s sacred feast
for the greatest kind of love
| Author Notes |
Free verse for the contest without punctuation in lowercase.
Thank you very much for reading and reviewing my poem. Gypsy Pictures from my Pinterest account, I use Windows and Imageshack programs for my presentations. Gypsy Blue Rose - copyright |
By Gypsy Blue Rose
in your dreams
you’ll see a blue comet
sliding on stardust
it’s looking for you
to take you for a ride
through the night sky
you’ll fly
over houses
where kids sleep
you’ll fly
over the highest mountains
and the deepest seas
the stars will tell you
wondrous tales
of a little boy's journey
across the universe
| Author Notes |
free verse children's poem for the contest.
Thank you for reading and reviewing my poem. Gypsy top picture-- The Little Prince, by Antoine de Saint-Exupery pictures from my Pinterest account, I use Windows Paint and ImageShack programs, my presentations are registered to Gypsy Blue Rose copyright |
By Gypsy Blue Rose
I wake where dew-covered grass grows
when the demure sun
steps forward into the light
gaining power step by step
till his flames remind him
he is an old god reigning above
and his children are planets and stars
heat warms the plants and trees
that create the air we breathe
but his airs of grandeur
blow in the wind
as he dies every night
our true God
is the alpha and the omega
He is the Christ
I know He is in my mind, heart, and soul
He is everything there is and more
and he dwells in us
| Author Notes |
the symbol between tercets is the Alpha and the Omega, the sign of Christ in revelations.
airs of grandeur = thinking one is grand and magnificent, egotistic and a false sense of importance thank you for taking the time to read and review my poem gypsy pictures from my Pinterest account i have complete copyright of my poems and presentations |
By Gypsy Blue Rose
how long must I wait
for your love letters
that may never come
I die a little every dusk
waving goodbye
to each unsettling sun
at night I lie awake in bed
remembering the taste
of your treacherous lies
thinking of your deep blue eyes
filled with midsummer night
and shimmering stars
and by my bed
your dried sunflowers
bend over with droopy heads
| Author Notes |
free verse tercets with lowercase and no punctuation
fiction - inspired by Spanish poet, Federico Garcia Lorca Thank you very much for reading and reviewing my poem Gypsy pictures from my pinterest account poem and presentation by Gypsy Blue Rose - Copyright |
By Gypsy Blue Rose
| Author Note: | Poem is about the Spanish Civil War |
in our country
blood rushes through the rivers
come with me
the night will follow
country men and women suffer
and their pain is mine
I don’t know them
but they call my name
from the trenches
they ask me
come our battle is almost won
they’re the ones I love
who work in golden wheat fields
and pick the ripe grapes from the vines
the fight will be hard
but I will be by their side
| Author Notes |
The Spanish Civil War was fought from 1936 to 1939 between the Republicans and the Nationalists. Republicans were left-leaning socialist, communist, anarchist, and republican parties, which opposed the government in the pre-war period. The opposing Nationalists were monarchists, conservatives, and traditionalists led by a fascist General Francisco Franco. The conservatives won and Franco was in power until he died in 1975.
Thank you for reading my poem. Gypsy pictures from my pinterest account, top picture from the Spanish Civil War; The bottom picture is Guinevere, Queen of Britain, no relation to the poem, I just like the way it looks. |
By Gypsy Blue Rose
I love your hourglass shape
and rebellious ways.
I never dare to tell you how it is
you would tell me go away.
But from time to time
you'll get lost in my embrace
like a little girl.
I get lost in your clear blue eyes,
your delicious lips,
and your amber dusk hair.
When you laugh I can’t resist.
And the best part of being with you
is when you press your body
against mine.
| Author Notes |
This is the second poem written from a man's point of view as a challenge. It doesn't reflect the way I feel about relationships.
Thank you for reading and reviewing my poem. Gypsy pictures from my Pinterest account, All parts of my poems and presentations are copyrighted and registered with fanstory. |
By Gypsy Blue Rose
| Author Note: | autumn personification |
embrace me
at the edge of harvest
I’ll sweep the summer away
with my amber gown
brushing the dying leaves
with fresh and crisp winds
I’ll kiss your sweet lips,
tousle your auburn hair,
and gaze into your hazel eyes
I want to taste caramel apples
dusted with cinnamon
and yearning
| Author Notes |
The sestet stanza form has six lines. There's no limit, you may rhyme or not.
Thank you very much for reading and reviewing my poem. Gypsy Pictures are from my Pinterest account, I use two programs for the graphic art in my presentations. I have copyright and registration. |
By Gypsy Blue Rose
| Author Note: | Happy Father's Day |
don’t be afraid
my baby girl
I’ll keep the monsters away
in darkness
look for the light
I'll be by your side
you're my precious child
and nothing or anyone
can change that
cry if you must
let the tears flow
everything will be alright
if you need me
all you have to do is be still
feel my heart in yours
rest in my arms
nothing will harm you
you are mine
| Author Notes |
Free Verse with lower cap and no punctuation.
Happy Father's Day Thank you for reading my poem Gypsy pictures from my Pinterest account, I use two programs graphic art: ImageShack and Windows Paint. I have the copyright for all my artwork and it's registered in fanstory. |
By Gypsy Blue Rose
| Author Notes |
Thank you very much for reading and reviewing my poem.
Gypsy |
By Gypsy Blue Rose
| Author Notes |
"Don't cry because it's over, smile because it happened" - Dr. Seuss'
The name is fictional but the story is based on my own life experiences. When I was little, I had dreams about flying that felt real. The sensations were similar to riding a rollercoaster but I had never ridden one at that age. I remember feeling the wind on my face, being suspended in mid-air, and falling. I can't remember when the dreams stopped. Free Verse with a few natural near rhymes. I used personification. Entry for the Finding Your Muse Club. You can click on the link below if you want to join. Everyone is welcome. Thank you for reading and reviewing my poem. Gypsy pictures from my Pinterest account poem and presentation by Gypsy Blue Rose @copywrite2024 |
By Gypsy Blue Rose
| Author Notes |
Inspired by Spanish poet, Federico Garcia Lorca
A fictional letter and Cillian Johnson character. Free Verse Goodbye Letter for the Finding Your Muse Club. If you would like to join the club click on the link below, everyone is welcome. Thank you for reading and reviewing my poem. Gypsy Pictures from my Pinterest account. Poem and Presentation by Gypsy Blue Rose@copywrite 2024 |
By Gypsy Blue Rose
| Author Note: | dedicated to men and women who sacrifice their lives for freedom |
the last kiss
before battle
lingers in my mouth
with a taste of grief and sacrifice
for our country’s freedom
| Author Notes |
this poem could be about any war around the world
Gogyohka is a five-line Japanese poetic form with no strict rules on syllable count but as brief as possible. You may use any theme. Lines are grammatically connected. Alliteration, personification, and metaphor are okay. It usually doesn't rhyme, but natural not forced rhymes are okay. 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 reading and reviewing my poem. Gypsy Pictures from my Pinterest account. Poem and presentation by Gypsy Blue Rose COPYWRITE@2024 |
By Gypsy Blue Rose
gazing at the harvest moon
over the orchard and autumn leaves
garbed in crimson, amber, and gold
L O V E
I breathe in the crisp breeze
and daydream was with you
lL O V E
everything reminds me of you
as sail to your faraway shore
L O V E
I journey on my dreamy sailboat
through oceans of forgotten love
| Author Notes |
The purpose of the transparent LOVE words between stanzas is to keep stanzas separated. For some reason, the stanzas stay together.
Thank you for reading and reviewing my poem. Gypsy Pictures from my Pinterest account. Poems and presentations by Gypsy Blue Rose @copyright24 |
By Gypsy Blue Rose
| Author Note: | Scary Picture below the poem |
long after
everyone left
massive amounts of dust have settled
on furniture and knickknacks
spiderwebs cover
all corners and cracks
black widows are free to hang
everywhere they want
the house settles day and night
creaking, banging, hissing, and popping
all that racket
can drive a man mad
cicadas and crickets' chirping
amidst the howling wind
play for the man trapped
behind the wall
| Author Notes |
In memory of Dean Kuch, the King of Horror in FanStory. We collaborated on several horror haiku books and we were close friends. I still think of him whenever I write horror or something about Halloween.
Thank you for reading and reviewing my poem. Gypsy Pictures from my Pinterest account. Poems and presentations by Gypsy Blue Rose @copyright2024 |
By Gypsy Blue Rose
from your starship
our glorious Blue Planet
seems to float
in a sea of stars
at eventide
faraway
your wife’s longing
reaches your yearning heart
with a celestial embrace
from your other-half
like a luna wolf
howling at the moon
for her alpha mate
asking you to come home
for her
| Author Notes |
Luna wolf is a female wolf, Alpha wolf is a male wolf; they mate for life
Title inspired by David Bowie's "Starman" song Thank you very much for reading my poem Gypsy Pictures from my Pinterest account. Poems and presentations by Gypsy Blue Rose @copyright2024 |
By Gypsy Blue Rose
your ambivalence
sets my skin on fire
as I wait for you
to put out the flames
but you just stand there
watching me burn
| Author Notes |
Thank you for reading and reviewing my poem.
Gypsy Pictures from my Pinterest account. Poems and presentations by Gypsy Blue Rose @copyright2024 |
By Gypsy Blue Rose
even though your body rests
neath the cold marble tomb
you visit me in my dreams
the moon ferries your kisses
across the Dead Sea
as meteor showers peak in your eyes
remembrance waves
ride the tides to my shore
~ my heart, my life, my love ~
| Author Notes |
Inspired by the poem, "Annabel Lee", by Edgar Allan Poe. It was his last poem. The narrator, who fell in love with Annabel Lee when they were young, has a love for her so strong that even angels are envious. He retains his love for her after her death. He was inspired by his wife Virginia Eliza Clemm Poe. Written in 1849, it was not published until shortly after Poe's death that same year. wikipedia
to read the poem click here The Dead Sea is a landlocked salt lake bordered by Jordan to the east and the Israeli-occupied West Bank and Israel to the west. Thank you for reading and reviewing my poem. Gypsy I get a lot of questions about my presentations. I create them using two graphic art programs. I don't use a template, there is no template for what I do. I put a lot of time into my presentations but I enjoy it. Pictures from my Pinterest account. Poem and presentation created by Gypsy Blue Rose COPYWRITE@2024 |
By Gypsy Blue Rose
when you’re not around
I feel alone and unloved
even in a crowded room~
you're the one who cheers me up
with your beautiful burnt umber eyes
that always look sad
walks with you are so much fun
I look forward to those times
good for you and good for me
it’s the best way to stay fit
you're my loyal friend
and undoubtedly the best pet—
my adorable terrier
| Author Notes |
Free Verse with lowercase and no punctuation. My poem is dedicated to my dog, Muffin
Thank you for reviewing my poem (*=*) Gypsy Pictures from my Pinterest account. I don't use a presentation template, the complete presentation and poem created by Gypsy Blue Rose COPYRIGHT@2024 |
By Gypsy Blue Rose
when you’re in darkness
look for the light
from a heart full of sunshine
or a mind full of stars
but most of all
a soul full of God
| Author Notes |
Thank you for reading and reviewing my poem.
Gypsy Pictures from my Pinterest account. I don't use a presentation template, the complete presentation and poem created by Gypsy Blue Rose COPYRIGHT@2024 |
By Gypsy Blue Rose
with a heavy heart
I feel the evenfall
and with the end of day
goes our grievous love
loss lingers on my mind
and wounded soul
how can you be so cruel
to so easily fall out of love
miles separate our paths
you with another
me alone
and sometimes I wonder
if you ever felt true love
but after many prayers
and accepting
it-is what it-is
I realize
I may not get what I want
but I get what I need
| Author Notes |
Inspired by Spanish poet, Federico Garcia Lorca
"You can't always get what you want But if you try sometimes you find You get what you need" - Rolling Stones Thank you very much for your time and kind review. Gypsy Pictures from my Pinterest account. I don't use a presentation template, the complete presentation and poem created by Gypsy Blue Rose COPYRIGHT@2024 |
By Gypsy Blue Rose
~æ~
The stars veiled night
celebrates our kindred souls
with Venus’s fireworks.
~æ~
… faraway …
~æ~
Angels sing our song
as I ask the southern wind,
“to deliver my poem”.
~æ~
… to you …
~æ~
I yearn for your body
your voice, your laughter, your eyes,
and the taste of your mouth.
~æ~
… I long for your touch …
~æ~
I crave your loving caress
from my head to my toes.
I want more.
~æ~
| Author Notes |
Thank you for reading and reviewing my poem.
Gypsy Pictures from my Pinterest account. Poems and presentations by Gypsy Blue Rose @copyright2024 |
By Gypsy Blue Rose
| Author Notes |
It's a bit melodramatic.... it's the Spanish poet in me. 😊
Thank you for reading and reviewing my poem. Gypsy Pictures from my Pinterest account. Presentation and complete presentation and poem created by Gypsy Blue Rose COPYRIGHT@2024 |
By Gypsy Blue Rose
| Author Notes |
Thank you for reading and reviewing my poem.
Gypsy Pictures from my Pinterest account. Poems and presentations by Gypsy Blue Rose @copyright2024 |
By Gypsy Blue Rose
your side of the bed
is empty and cold tonight,
my only companion —
the nightingale
| Author Notes |
The nightingale bird is a symbol of love.
Naani means an expression of one and all. It consists of 4 lines, the total lines consists of 20 to 25 syllables. The poem is not bounded to a particular subject. Generally it depends upon human relations and current statements. Thank you for reading and reviewing my poem. Gypsy Pictures from my Pinterest account. Poems and presentations by Gypsy Blue Rose @copyright2024 |
By Gypsy Blue Rose
thousands of wild purple buds
follow the sun from set to rise
seeking everlasting life
from seeds to buds to glorious blooms
that in winter will die
as the seeds wait in bared fields
to be born again
~€♦Œ
wild purple buds fill God with pride
| Author Notes |
Thank you for reading and reviewing my poem.
Gypsy Pictures from my Pinterest account. Poems and presentations by Gypsy Blue Rose @copyright2024 |
By Gypsy Blue Rose
| Author Note: | In Honored All Victims of Violence |
it has been a long time
since you left
your letters stopped coming
one unsuspected day
when my letter was returned to sender
♦ ♦ ♦
your beatings stopped long ago,
bruises, broken bones, and grief
are long gone but I'm addicted to you
and my heart still races
when I hear your name
♦ ♦ ♦
people didn’t understand —
friends, emergency doctors,
and neighbors asked, why do you stay?
he is no good, doesn’t love you,
and doesn’t give a damn
♦ ♦ ♦
but once he was my world,
my stars, sun, and moon
I loved him long after
he left me for a younger victim
ready to take his bullshit
♦ ♦ ♦
after so many
pills, alcohol, drugs, 5150s,
and dark nights
the only one around was God
I let go … I suffered enough
| Author Notes |
I worked as an advocate of victims of rape and battered women. I heard many stories. My poem is inspired by the victims/survivors and their stories.
988 suicide and crisis phone line National Alliance on Mental Illness (NAMI suicide prevention hotline 5150 Emergency Hold (72 Hours) is a critical intervention used to detain individuals who are considered a danger to themselves or others or are gravely disabled due to a mental disorder. This initial period allows for professional evaluation and the start of necessary treatment. People living with battered woman syndrome may feel helpless. This can cause them to believe they deserve the abuse wrongly and that they can't get away from it. In many cases, this is why people don't report their abuse to police or loved ones. If you believe you or someone close to you is living with battered woman syndrome, know that it's possible to treat this condition and lead a full life. Four Stages of Battered Woman Syndrome: - Denial. The person is unable to accept that they're being abused, or they justify it as being 'just that once' - Guilt. The person believes they caused the abuse. - Enlightenment. In this phase, the person realizes that they didn't deserve the abuse and acknowledges that their partner has an abusive personality. - Responsibility. The person accepts that only the abuser holds responsibility for the abuse. In many cases, this is when they'll explore their options for leaving the relationship. Thank you for reading and reviewing my poem. Gypsy Pictures from my Pinterest account. Poems and presentations by Gypsy Blue Rose @copyright2024 |
By Gypsy Blue Rose
reaching the end of the road
outside my window
the skylark —
it too knows it must die
| Author Notes |
Jisei is a Japanese death poem usually written by the poet before she/he dies. Sometimes someone will write it for the dead. In the Zen philosophy, there is no beginning and no end of life, everything is connected in nature and the soul never dies... it just changes form. It's similar with Christianity.
Naani poem has 4 lines. The total number of syllables in the poem are 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. poetry dances poem rules Thank you very much for your time and kind review. Gypsy Pictures from my Pinterest account. The complete presentation and poem created by Gypsy Blue Rose COPYRIGHT@2024 |
By Gypsy Blue Rose
weathered stone bridge,
over rapids rushing to the sea
that missed precious violets —
on the shore
| Author Notes |
Rapid = a part of a river where the current is fast
Naani poem has 4 lines. The total number of syllables in the poem are 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. poetry dances poem rules Thank you very much for your time and kind review. Gypsy Pictures from my Pinterest account. The complete presentation and poem created by Gypsy Blue Rose COPYRIGHT@2024 |
By Gypsy Blue Rose
I've been called, the Queen of Haiku
but I can write love poems too
and I will add my work of art
to make my presentations shine
| Author Notes |
a four-line poem with eight syllables on each line, without punctuation, and lowercase.
Thank you very much for reading my poem, The Queen of Haiku |
By Gypsy Blue Rose
tonight,
in the starry sky
the moon trembles and cries
.
the wind whispers
susurrus of longing songs
and dances ballet pirouettes
.
you were my first love
the one I still yearn for
but we had to part
.
I remember
how I felt in your arms
the way you kept me safe
from my painful past
..
sunrises and sunsets
drowned in our eyes
yours cinnamon brown
and mine blue sky
.
tonight I feel our loss
and I can write
melancholic poems
about our past
.
tonight
.
.
| Author Notes |
-Pirouette= a rapid whirling, a full turn on the toe or ball of one foot in ballet
-Susurrus =a whispering or rustling sound Free Verse about my first love. We met at 15 years old in Spain. I left Spain at 16 years old. Thank you for reading and reviewing my poem, Gypsy Top picture by ramanshelly in bottom picture from pinterest.com The complete presentation and poem by Gypsy Blue Rose |
By Gypsy Blue Rose
King Midas
loved gold and wished
everything he touched
would turn.
He touched his palace,
sneakers, watches,
KFC, Diet Coke, Big Mac,
toilet throne, rich friends,
and even his royal kin folks.
After a while,
he realized
it was not a blessing
or a good concept.
It was a curse.
He wished everything
would turn back
the way it once was.
Nah, just kidding,
he loved gold more
| Author Notes |
The story of King Midas is a myth about the tragedy of greed and selfishness. Midas was a man who wished that everything he touched would turn into gold. However, he had not thought that this wish was not a blessing, but a curse He turned food to gold, the family he loved, etc… His greed invites us to think and realize the consequences that may lead us to become slaves of our own desires.
Thank you for reading and reviewing my poem, I appreciate it. Gypsy |
By Gypsy Blue Rose
.jpg)
Lullaby my baby,
lullaby my girl
lullaby little piece
of my heart and soul.
.
My beautiful baby,
won’t you go to sleep?
I’ll chase away the shadows
and you’ll be safe with me.
.
Mischievous fairies
be gone at once!
Let my baby play
with her little feet.
.
We’ll sit on the rocking chair
I’ll cuddle you in my arms,
singing lullabies
and stroking your little back.
.
I'll ask the moon and stars
to push away the dark
and the scary shadows
so we can sleep at last.
.
| Author Notes |
Lullaby poem for the picture poem contest. The picture is me with my granddaughter, Bella.
Free verse Thank you for reading and reviewing my poem. Gypsy Pictures from my Pinterest account. Poems and presentations by Gypsy Blue Rose @copyright2024 |
By Gypsy Blue Rose
| Author Note: | For Helen ( lyenochka ) |
.
We are not God. "Not all of us can do great things but we can do small things with great love." — Mother Teresa
.
I'll walk on water
for you
I'll throw the devil into the abyss
for you
I’ll bring back the dead
for you
I’ll fight injustice
for you
I’ll feel excruciating pain
for you
I'll be resurrected
for you
I'll always be by your side
providing what you need
because you're my precious child
and I feel infinite love
for you
| Author Notes |
Inspired by the New Testament in no particular order.
Aquarian poem is written in four lines with a 2-4-6-2 syllabic form. You may write as many stanzas as you like. You may use poetic devices. The aquarian poem was created by A. Maris Mazz. You may use the event's picture or your own. source Thank you for reading and reviewing my poem. Gypsy Pictures from my Pinterest account. The presentation and poem created by (c) Gypsy Blue Rose COPYRIGHT@2024 |
By Gypsy Blue Rose
| Author Note: | Everyone is Welcome to Join the Japanese Poetry Club |
I see
you dance across
life’s stage with leaps of faith
and grace
| Author Notes |
Aquarian poem is written in four lines with a 2-4-6-2 syllabic form. You may write as many stanzas as you like. You may use poetic devices. The Aquarian poem was created by A. Maris Mazz. You may use the event's picture or your own. click here if you want to read more
Thank you for reading and reviewing my poem. Gypsy Pictures from my Pinterest account. The presentation and poem created by (c) Gypsy Blue Rose COPYRIGHT@2024 If you would like to join the Japanese Poetry Club click here |
By Gypsy Blue Rose
| Author Note: | FanStory Registered Gypsy Blue Rose (c) copyright2024 |
bad luck,
curses,
and malevolent thoughts
sail with the wind
where folks run aghast
.
black cats,
birds,
and clouds
carry ominous
dark omens abound
.
avoid
walking under ladders
and breaking mirrors
they’ll bring along
a sentence of five years
.
superstitions
invade our minds
blinding our sight
and deafening our ears
with lies
| Author Notes |
"When you believe in things
that you don't understand then you'll suffer a lot, superstition ain't the way" - Stevie Wonder This week's in the Little Workshop of Horrors Club's event is to write a free verse poem consisting of a minimum of 8 lines on the topic of superstitions. Thanks to Marilyn Hamilton and Patrick Bernardy for leading the club. Thank you for reading and reviewing my poem. Gypsy Pictures from my Pinterest account. Poems and presentations created by Gypsy Blue Rose @copyright2024 and registered with FanStory |
By Gypsy Blue Rose
| Author Note: | poem and presentation by Gypsy Blue Rose (c) copyright@11/4/24 |
condescending people
glance at homeless man
covered with grime
and negligence—
the poor man offers them
free blessings and smiles
| Author Notes |
Thank you very much for reading and reviewing my poem
Gypsy pictures from pinterest.com poem and presentation by Gypsy Blue Rose (c) copyright@11/4/24 |
By Gypsy Blue Rose
| Author Note: | Poem and Presentation by Gypsy Blue Rose (c) copyright @11/7/24 |
the sound of thunder
shook me up
and I was afraid to read who won
♦♦♦♦♦♦
lightning flooded my room
I found my phone
and read the news
♦♦♦♦♦♦
I couldn't believe my eyes
against all odds
he had won the race
♦♦♦♦♦♦
outside my room
the storm raged and seethed
my hope withered beneath
♦♦♦♦♦♦
please, God, I’ll do anything
to change the election results
but 'this time' we didn't win
♦♦♦♦♦♦
I took a pill,
went back to bed,
and slept till dawn
♦♦♦♦♦♦
eventhough
it was hard to face the day,
I got up and wept
♦♦♦♦♦♦
I watched the news on and off
to test the hard to swallow truth
avoiding the orange buffoon
♦♦♦♦♦♦
during Kamala’s concession speech
she asked us to accept the results
but not give up the good fight
♦♦♦♦♦♦
no matter how hard it may be
hard work is good work
and our future is on our hands
♦♦♦♦♦♦
President Biden and Kamala
will do something trump could not
“a peaceful transfer of power”
♦♦♦♦♦♦
today, my best friend reminded me
Psalm 147:3
“God heals the brokenhearted
and bandages their wounds”
| Author Notes |
"We have a republic, if we can keep it." - Benjamin Franklin
"Democracy Dies in Darkness" - The Washington Post ********************************************************** The Grief Stages Free Verse uses each stage per stanza. the seven stages of grief 1. shock 2. denial 3. anger 4. bargaining 5. depression 6. testing 7. acceptance Thank you to the ones who read and review my poem kindly. I am happy for the ones of you who share my view. It's good to know I am not alone. For those who take the time, thank you very much! Gypsy Pictures from my Pinterest account. Poem and Presentation by Gypsy Blue Rose (c) copyright 11/7/24 |
By Gypsy Blue Rose
| Author Note: | Presentation and Poem by Gypsy Blue Rose (c) copyright @11/5/24 |
Joy
is a merigold shade
when the last sunrays fall over our home
and mom calls, “It’s supper time!
the scent of apple pie lingers on the breeze
Joy
| Author Notes |
**Emotion Poem** An emotion poem describes emotions using descriptive language and imagery. There are a couple of different Emotion Poem types. A popular one is as follows. You can always come up with your own.
Line 1: State the emotion Line 2: Describe the emotion as a color Line 3: It happens when... Line 4: It sounds like... Line 5: And smells like... Line 6: Restate the emotion Tynea Lewis. "Common Poetic Forms." Family Friend Poems, March 19, 2014. for more information click here Thank you for reading and reviewing my poem. Gypsy Pictures from my Pinterest account. The presentation and poem by Gypsy Blue Rose (c) copyright @11/5/24 |
By Gypsy Blue Rose
| Author Note: | Poem and Presentation by Gypsy Blue Rose (c) copyright @11/11/24 |
tempestuous
winds of change
rage around the bend
beneath a crimson sky
of a harrowing dusk
foreboding what is to come
but people are ready
to fight the good fight
♦♦♦♦♦♦
the ominous red sea
knows what’s coming ahead
unsettles the people’s souls
but we are not afraid
to swim against swirling unrest
in the waves of change
we are ready
to face good trouble
♦♦♦♦♦♦
we are not afraid
of hard work
because hard work
is good work
| Author Notes |
"Fight the good fight" - In Timothy 6:12 Paul says "Fight the good fight of faith"
"Good Trouble" - John Lewis, democratic congressman representing, Georgia; and civil rights activist "We know what hard work looks like. We like hard work. Hard work is good work." - Kamala Harris In these times of unrest in our country, we must "fight the good fight" and never give up. If we must get in "good trouble" let it be. Find ways you can be connect to other Americans who feel the way you do, and get involved. In our history, we have faced corrupted presidents and politicians before and we survived we can do it again. We will be alright. Remember we are Americans and there is nothing we can't do if we are willing to do the hard work, and hard work is good work. Thank you for reading and reviewing my poem. Gypsy The pictures are from my Pinterest account. Presentation and poem by Gypsy Blue Rose (c) copyright 11/11/24 |
By Gypsy Blue Rose
| Author Note: | Poem and Presentation by Gypsy Blue Rose (c) copyright @11/12/24 |
we are
dormant flower seeds
enveloped
by God’s
loving
promise
to help us
bloom luminously
in spring
| Author Notes |
SHORT POEM: created by Shelley Kaye - Nine lines with a 2/5/3/2/2/2/3/5/2 syllabic form. Use lowercase and no punctuation. I modified a little = Free verse, topic is usually nature, and uses imagery.
Thank you for reading and reviewing my poem. Gypsy Pictures from my Pinterest account. Poems and presentations by Gypsy Blue Rose (c) @11/12/24 |
By Gypsy Blue Rose
| Author Note: | The poem and presentation by Gypsy Blue Rose (c) copyright 11/17/24 |
every day
I write on a new page
as I let
my art flow
through my soul
to explore
myriad of wondrous
l a n d s ...... s e a s ...... s k i e s
| Author Notes |
OCTASTICH is a verse unit of eight lines and a 3 6 3 3 3 3 6 3 Syllables count. I created it.
Thank you for reading and reviewing my poem. Gypsy Pictures from my Pinterest account. The poem and presentation by Gypsy Blue Rose (c) copyright # 11/17/24 |
By Gypsy Blue Rose
| Author Note: | The presentation and poem created by Gypsy Blue Rose (c) copyright @ 11/16/24 |
her heart is filled
with orange dawn
and the blinding smoke
of a forest fire
.
her eyes are laden
with the break of day
covered with a mantel
of tangerine flames
.
scorched tree branches
fall around her
threatens to stop
the race against time
.
she must reach him
before death’s breath
blows out her life's light
— the doe needs to reach her buck —
| Author Notes |
Free Verse, lowercase, no punctuation
Thank you for reading and reviewing my poem. Gypsy Pictures from my Pinterest account. The presentation and poem created by Gypsy Blue Rose (c) copyright @ 11/16/24 |
By Gypsy Blue Rose
| Author Note: | presentation and poem created by Gypsy Blue Rose (c) copyright 11/19/24 |
sleep my baby
little piece of my soul
my heart rejoices
full of mother’s love
sweet dreams await
in the clouds above
.
my little angel
I know you want to sleep
but the sky is full of stars
and the naughty moon
wants to play with you
amidst comets dressed in blue
| Author Notes |
Inspired by Spanish Lullabies, some are sweet; and others are scary, usually about the boogie man. Today I posted a *Lullaby One* and a *Lullaby Two*, they are opposites.
Free verse with scattered near rhymes. Thank you for reading and reviewing my poem. Gypsy Pictures from my Pinterest account. The presentation and poem created by Gypsy Blue Rose (c) copyright 11/19/24 |
By Gypsy Blue Rose
| Author Note: | Presentation and Poem by Gypsy Blue Rose (c) copyright @11/19/24 |
little baby go to sleep
or the ‘Boogieman’
will eat you up
'El Coco' lurks very close
inside your closet
or behind the door
'Baba Yaga' watches you
with yellow eyes
outside your window
sleep little one, sleep now!
or ‘el Hombre del Saco’
will take you away
| Author Notes |
I wrote two lullabies today, number one is sweet, and number two is horror. In many countries, lullabies are scary. It's part of the culture and parents didn't think about the aftermath of their songs on little kids. I remember feeling sometimes scared or sad. But look at me, I survived! lol
Most horror lullabies are about some kind of boogie man that takes the kids away if they are not good and go to sleep quick. England = the Boogeyman, boogie man, bogieman Spain = El Hombre del Saco (sack man) or El Coco Russia = Baba Yaga more about boogeyman characters around the world Thank you for reading and reviewing my poem. Gypsy Pictures from my Pinterest account. The poem and presentation by Gypsy Blue Rose (c) copyright 2024 |
By Gypsy Blue Rose
| Author Note: | poem and presentation by Gypsy Blue Rose (c) copyright 11/21/24 |
Galileo, Copernicus,
Leonardo, Michelangelo ...
were ahead of their time
in renaissance epoch.
The modern era of Wars: 1, 2, and Cold,
the few demanded peace and love
in the age of Aquarius.
In our contemporary time
we aim to keep up with information,
technology, and takeover by A I .
What awaits for us?
what will our children face
after the end of democracy.
We all live in the end of an era
inundated with oligarchy across the world
for the avaricious richest few
| Author Notes |
VOCABULARY
- Oligarchy = a government in which a small group exercises control especially for corrupt and selfish purposes. - Avaricious: greedy; having eager and selfish desire, especially for material possessions - Epoch: era; an extent of time associated with a particular person or thing LIST OF ERAS Renaissance and Early Modern Era: Renaissance: 14th century CE to 17th century CE Age of Exploration: 15th century CE to 17th century CE Enlightenment: 17th century CE to 18th century CE Modern era: Industrial Revolution: Late 18th century CE to 19th century CEWorld War I: 1914 to 1918Interwar Period: 1918 to 1939World War II: 1939 to 1945 Cold War: 1947 to 1991 Contemporary era: Post-Cold War Era: 1991 to present Information Age: Late 20th century to present 21st Century: 2000s to present Thank you for reading and reviewing my poem. Gypsy Pictures from my Pinterest account. The poem and presentation by Gypsy Blue Rose (c) copyright 11/21/24 |
|
You've read it - now go back to FanStory.com to comment on each chapter and show your thanks to the author! |
| © Copyright 2015 Gypsy Blue Rose All rights reserved. Gypsy Blue Rose has granted FanStory.com, its affiliates and its syndicates non-exclusive rights to display this work. |
© 2015 FanStory.com, Inc. All Rights Reserved. Terms under which this service is provided to you. Privacy Statement