She was a piece of artwork
who's blood ran cold
radiant skin shining like the sun

a raging mess of a hurricane
with stormy grey eyes
there was no smooth sailing

and a beautiful flow of a waterfall
natural silver clear water
streaming through its calm journey

she is a free spirt you can not cage
under a gypsy spell
casted under a moonlit reality under dancing rain

work in progress
#moon   #rain   #reality   #dancing   #journey   #free   #gypsy   #spell   #spirt  

a gypsy wind
don't ever stay
a gypsy wind
roams his own way

to one scene
he won't be bound
cause his spirit yearns
for freedom's ground

the route to leave
loose of grail
the highway calls
liberty's trail

a drifter lives
in his soul's core
venturing every
tor and sandy shore

roads open
he'll always travel
seeking out
unlimited gravel

a gypsy wind
don't ever stay
a gypsy wind
roams his own way

#metaphor   #freedom   #wind   #gypsy   #roams  
Ma Cherie
Ma Cherie
Feb 27

White and blue now move to orange,
in flames that lick the tempting air,
dancing round a burning fire,
lost in thought- without a care,

Gypsy hearts they move in rhythms,
as fire builds with stomping feet,
the wafting smell of soft patchouli,
hints of savory with the sweet,

Tousled locks they flow on shoulders,
as arms and hands are lifted high,
clapping, moving to the pulses,
hearts are upward to the sky,

Many nights with many dances,
to dance before Aurora's throne,
as magic colors still transforming,
in sky of midnight - moon of bone,

To dance with many or to dance alone,

It doesn't matter -
just dance.

Ma Cherie © 2017

Idk lol I'm not a "real" gypsy- but still! ❤
#poetry   #life   #heart   #dance   #colors   #gypsy   #bonemoon  
Ma Cherie
Ma Cherie
Feb 23

Skies are covered,
in that dreary cloudfilled gray,
the sun he hides his lovely self today,
his light has gone-
for now away,
an now-
is gloomy in his place.

I know his light,
will come to me on another day,
again the birds in song will sing I pray,
when I will dance again,
as my sweet memories,
as they again replay,
as a smile comes to my face.

I wish to rest my heart.
so there has to be another way,

for my stupid gypsy heart,
it simply-
it just cannot stay,

And so-
the war between my older and wiser soul,
and my youthful spirit -

Apparently has begun.


Ma Cherie © 2017

Why do I never stay?
My gypsy feet - why me?
#love   #poetry   #heart   #gypsy   #rest   #whyme  
Hannah
Hannah
Feb 22

Wanderlust
consumes her heart.
She longs for lands
she has never walked,
and for people
she has never met.
Her gypsy soul is free,
and so it follows,
the colors of the wind.

•Hannah•
#love   #freedom   #life   #happiness   #soul   #wanderlust   #gypsy  
Hannah
Hannah
Feb 20

She will roam,
from coast to coast,
and she will love you,
but like a ghost,
she'll leave without a trace,
and you won't even
be left with a name.

•Hannah•
#love   #life   #soul   #gypsy   #mystic  

Her eyes told me the story
of a girl that had no home
sleeping under midnight stars
a gypsy she shall roam

She bathes in warm pond water
her skin as soft as silk
her laughter is contagious
her smile as white as milk

This boy could love that gypsy girl
and make her world complete
I think she would fall in love with me
if only we could meet

#love   #girl   #desire   #passion   #nature   #gypsy  
Hannah
Hannah
Jan 10

If you want
to capture a gypsy,
dance with her
beneath
the crystal moon.
There she cannot hide
behind her tricks and lies,
and if you gaze
lovingly
into her eyes,
and hold her heart
to the moonlit sky,
she will be yours
until the
end of time.

#love   #time   #gypsy   #lovepoems  
Gretchen
Gretchen
Dec 29, 2016

Rags stitched with bells and coins
Brings aching to men's loins
Rain dancing and sun chanting
Makes them breathless and panting
Eyes lined with dark kohl
Binds their very soul
Gypsies put a spell on them
Brings to their hearts mayhem
It's like wishing for forbidden fruit
All attempts to woo are mute.

By: Gretchen (Whiterose)
#heart   #lust   #rain   #gypsy   #spell  
Leigh Marie
Leigh Marie
Dec 13, 2016

My dad loves me most when he's drinking
he cares about me transiently
so maybe thats why I
look for gyspy love
maybe I like the surprise of
not knowing if you'll love me tomorrow
or maybe it's just what
I deserve

#love   #self   #sad   #alcohol   #low   #gypsy   #esteem  
 
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