"gio" poems
and I keep dreaming of a simple admirer,
someone of whom I will never tire,
gentle, kind and sweet like a toffee,
with eyes, made of coffee.
- gio
Nov 8, 2020
Nov 8, 2020 at 1:14 PM UTC
she has these hazel-coloured eyes
with a tip of hope,
it‘s like visiting another universe,
dreaming through a telescope.
she carries mother earth in her iris,
but her element is fire
she stands strong through her roots
and is grounded in nature
oh dear, what a beautiful creature
she feels home
between palm trees and sunsets,
where the skies of the world align,
where they shine
in a warm orange light.
and trust me,
these green-coloured eyes
will set all your worries aside.
- gio
Jun 23, 2021
Jun 23, 2021 at 5:40 AM UTC
your strong shoulders make me feel safe,
I look into your eyes, admire your face
and slowly, I might be falling
for the way you hold me,
and the jokes you make.
I lay on your chest and rest
I listen to your heartbeat,
no time to be stressed.
and slowly, I might be falling
for the nights and our vibe,
it’s hard to describe
and I don‘t know where this is going
but baby, let‘s just keep it flowing.
- gio -
Sep 12, 2021
Sep 12, 2021 at 2:05 PM UTC
we were planted in each other’s lives
for a reason
and ever since, our hearts
have been beating
I want to grow with you,
no matter the season
we are two seeds, independent
destined to grow into beautiful creatures
we are filled with love and harmony,
two plants growing into a romance,
tasting each other carefully.
you are the sun I need,
and I am the rain that waters your seed.
together we will bloom,
as we wear flowers as our costume.
we are two seeds, planted for each other
happiness is what we seek,
we are destined to love,
destined to suceed.
- gio
Sep 19, 2021
Sep 19, 2021 at 4:50 AM UTC
sometimes it’s not the world that is loud,
there’s no rain, no grey cloud,
sometimes it’s a storm inside of me,
where the wind is strong,
like a very cold breeze.
sometimes it’s the rain in my soul,
pouring emotions, telling me to let go,
sometimes it’s not the
outside world,
that is loud,
it’s my inner peace
that whirls around and
has been gathering war clouds
because sometimes
there’s too much stress,
to many thoughts, an excess
it’s not life’s best part
but sometimes
there’s a storm in my heart.
there are lightning’s, even thunder,
and I feel like I’m going under
but I better calm down,
there’s no need for me to drown.
I pick myself up, piece by piece
it’s not a fight without cease
there’s no need for preoccupation,
as long as I am, my own salvation.
- gio
Nov 8, 2020
Nov 8, 2020 at 1:07 PM UTC
I'm not black, but I see you
I'm not black, but I hear you
I'm not black, but I’m near you
I'm not black, but I stand with you
you are all a blessing
so let’s stop messing
let’s cut the silence
and cut the violence
our organs are the same
the blood types won’t change
but still, this is no fair game
I see too many privilege
depending on your village
we make huge difference
let’s prove your innocence,
cut the ignorance
we are all the same,
only different names
guided by authorities,
but let’s set priorities
of humanity?
I see 0 percent
we need to stand up,
be a movement
we are hating and killing
this is not okay,
this is not fulfilling
your worth is defined by a colour,
it’s worth only some dollars?
what the **** are they thinking?
these racists are winning
where are human rights?
they only count, if you’re white?
this only causes damage
in different ages,
on different pages
people get hurt
we should be concerned
the future is equal? ha! ********
how should today’s children,
be tomorrow’s change,
if we teach them rage
how to hate one another,
not to value your brother,
how to be violent,
how to be silent,
how to watch,
follow the system,
how to be a victim
but now for real,
listen
it affects anybody
in America,
the cops have their hands ******
A.C.A.B. but not all are ********
there are some,
with really good standards
we should all be
on the same team,
make love our religion
that would be supreme
why fight each other
when we share a mother?
mother earth wouldn’t like all this hatred,
that we created
I don’t understand,
how can you be so mean?
how can we heal?
is there a vaccine?
I know life can be joyless,
so let’s raise our voices
let’s stay strong,
together,
and be clever
let’s learn how to care,
how to love,
how to share
let’s be a game changer,
cut out the danger
make it safe for everyone
no need to use a gun
less violence, decrease
let’s be good, find peace
we come in different shapes, colours, sizes
now this problem finally arises
we need to find a cure
it’s urgent, I’m sure
bring some clarity,
embrace the difference,
cherish similarity
we are all human
let’s find a solution
create a revolution
more or less melanin?
doesn’t matter,
'cause we all need
the same medicine.
- gio 31.05.2020
Jun 20, 2020
Jun 20, 2020 at 2:14 PM UTC
hello dear,
I hope you’re on your way,
hope you’re somewhere near.
I’m getting better, day by day,
and I just want you to know,
that I’m tired of waiting,
but I’m doing okay.
and I know that soon we will meet
and our souls will fall in love,
so our life can be complete.
so dear,
I hope you’re on your way,
hope you’re somewhere near.
and if you’re currently working on yourself too,
you might be my man, my hubby, my boo.
so please don’t give up,
just keep moving.
I’m writing these lines,
because I know there is someone for me, too,
just like in the movies.
so let’s keep going,
keep growing
until the day we can water each other.
I’m searching for you, lover.
and I’m always excited,
while the story extends,
‚cause my favourite movies,
are the ones with happy ends.
- gio -
Feb 17, 2021
Feb 17, 2021 at 11:28 AM UTC
for all I know, she is a woman.
her beauty might leave you speechless
she is special, not the only one of her species,
and yet, she is uniqueness.
the wind whistles through her hair,
as she walks in elegance,
but it’s nothing like arrogance.
she embodies love and protection,
her heart is strong and golden.
and she is a lover of perfection.
she still remembers
the chances she didn’t take.
the wounds, the heart aches
and the days without breaks.
she has fallen many times,
but sure knows how to arise.
her strength has never let her down
and she still carries her crown.
for all I know,
she is a queen without king.
she always knew how to fight
and how to spread out her wings.
she protects her infants
even from a distance.
her love is persistent,
she is brave and resistent.
for all I know,
her heart is in the right place,
it carries compassion and grace.
and she will always make sure,
that I am safe.
for all I know, she must be a mother.
and gracefully I smiled,
when I realised,
that I am her child.
- gio
Nov 2, 2022
Nov 2, 2022 at 6:23 AM UTC
I’m sorry boo,
maybe I’m too much for you.
my mind keeps thinking too much
and you’re afraid of my touch
I’m too heavy, too intense
or maybe you’re too weak, no offense
I’m too smart, too elegant
don’t want to sound arrogant
I’m too emotional, too loud
and hell yes, I’m ******* proud
too this, too that
I don’t want to chitchat
so I’m sorry boo,
but maybe I’m just too much for you.
- gio, 22.03.2020
Mar 22, 2020
Mar 22, 2020 at 3:15 PM UTC
I was holding onto you
like a tree holding it’s leaves.
at first, it seemed to work,
but then, there was this autumn breeze,
I had to let go of you, let go of the leaves.
but it’s okay, it’s part of the journey,
there’s sun after rain, smiles after pain.
my leaves are now gone
and I’m waiting for snow.
and as we all know;
new beginnings only come from letting go.
- gio -
Nov 2, 2022
Nov 2, 2022 at 6:31 AM UTC
your DNA is wild
so please,
take care
of your inner child
you may pass some challenging phases
although people don’t want you
to grow in certain places
so grow through concrete
in the middle of the street
grow in a litter bin
grow from dirt
grow in different directions
grow with imperfections
because your roots are strong
and you aim up high
until you reach the sky
so grow in every angle you want to
because there’s a wildflower in you.
- gio
Nov 8, 2020
Nov 8, 2020 at 1:09 PM UTC
I wish I could lay in your loving arms
where I’m safe of all the storms
and on my lips, a smile forms.
- gio, 06.06.2020
Jun 8, 2020
Jun 8, 2020 at 4:30 AM UTC
a dancer’s heart
can not be ripped apart
it moves to the sound of a saxophone
a lovely noise of jazzy notes
that warms you like a winter coat
it swings to the melodies
and receives all these remedies
it carries the passion in every step,
moves slowly and feels holy
a dancer’s heart can’t fall apart
it’s filled with peace and joyfulness
it carries love and is sweet like a ****
a dancer’s heart is a piece of art.
- gio
Jun 23, 2021
Jun 23, 2021 at 5:37 AM UTC
sometimes it’s right next to you
but you’re not having a clear view
you can be in the right place
and still feel like you’re loosing the race
but why do you rush? why do you hurry?
it makes all the images come out so blurry
take it easy, slow down a bit
it’s simple, yes I admit,
it will just make your mind split
now you’re counting pro and contra
trying to find your personal mantra
you are good thoughts and bad ones
you decide what energy your body runs
so slow down a bit
take a breath and don’t quit
happiness is right next to you,
so relax your mind and enjoy the view.
- gio, 03.04.2020
Apr 2, 2020
Apr 2, 2020 at 7:20 PM UTC
hello stranger
I saw you looking at me
eyes opened up wide,
but what do you hide?
it was just a second.
cute smile. brown skin.
I like your style. you’re just my type.
wanna hang out?
let’s go for dinner,
we would be cute together, no doubt.
or are you a sinner?
oops… too late..
probably never gonna see you again
what a shame, man.
God **** it.
at least to my imagination there’s no limit…
- gio, 18.07.2019
Mar 21, 2020
Mar 21, 2020 at 12:21 PM UTC
as I close my eyes I paint a picture.
it is you, again.
my pencils are filled with colour,
a perfect mixture
and it seems,
as if these shades
only exist in my dreams
I draw you, line by line
I play with the thought,
you might wanna be mine
I draw your skin,
you’re smiling eyes,
your chin
I draw the lips I’d like to kiss,
but what is this?
you’re not here,
not even close
and if you read this;
I am painting.
for you,
I’m still waiting.
- gio
Jun 23, 2021
Jun 23, 2021 at 5:35 AM UTC
I would dance on your lap
take my clothes off, unwrap
make you go crazy
images; all hazy
so roll your eyes back
baby, relax
look at me and bite your lips
baby push me by my hips
you know what they say
about shy girls
let me guide you through
my curves
my body is your favourite view
meanwhile I talk ***** to you
good girl gone bad
I’m a freaky head
so put me to bed
let me turn you on
make love to you,
until dawn
this stare of yours
brings me to mars
baby boy what a shame
you didn’t meet my flame
can I give you a preview?
‘cause the things I‘d do to you
are long overdue.
- gio, 13.04.2020
Apr 28, 2020
Apr 28, 2020 at 7:12 AM UTC
as I walk through the house
there‘s this familiar scent
it’s always around me,
always present.
a sweet air fills my nose,
so lovely, it smells like a rose
a flower that reminds me of home,
a fragrance that makes me bloom.
I smile when I notice,
it‘s my mother’s perfume.
- gio, 28.03.2020
Apr 10, 2020
Apr 10, 2020 at 12:18 PM UTC
there’s a seed I planted a while ago.
I have watered it every day,
some days more, some days less.
there have been heat waves and thunderstorms,
heavy rains and snow.
and as the seasons change,
the flower has become stronger,
it continues to grow.
and as I look at my roots today,
I realise I‘m no longer just a seed,
here I am, in full bloom, indeed.
- gio
Jun 23, 2021
Jun 23, 2021 at 5:32 AM UTC
I got no time for hate
it’s a heavy weight
I actually could,
but it’s no good
and even if I don’t like you
I still wish you great
everyone has their fate
I’m too busy living my life
too happy to be alive
so you can leave,
there is the door
’cause I’m too busy loving the ones
my heart beats for.
- gio, 10.04.2020
Apr 22, 2020
Apr 22, 2020 at 1:10 PM UTC
sometimes I wonder why we met
and perhaps I will never find the answer,
I might never get to know.
seems like we’re two dancers
and although we have similarities,
our hearts don’t beat the same melodies.
so I still wonder why we met,
and yet,
there’s only one thing I’m sure of;
you’re hard to forget.
- gio
Jun 23, 2021
Jun 23, 2021 at 5:30 AM UTC
There was another brother whom history forgets
And though born a fisherman, he preferred other nets.
The coterie of rink rats who lived on the Left Coast
Thought he was sine qua non, and they would often boast
*He’s better than his brother Joe,
Es-ki-mo Di-mag-gi-o.*
His slapper had heat to make a goalie wet himself;
His wrister was money either five-hole or top-shelf.
After the goaltender felt another puck **** by,
He’d curse and bang the crossbar as fans took up the cry
*He’s better than his brother Joe,
Es-ki-mo Di-mag-gi-o.*
He dominated rinks out West like no other man
From Calgary to Saskatoon, Fresno to Spokane.
He’d hat tricks in Winnipeg, six-point games in Moose Jaw
Moving scribes to hackneyed verse written in fits of awe.
*He’s better than his brother Joe,
Es-ki-mo Di-mag-gi-o.*
Though the man was a fine skater, strong, agile and fleet
The slightest flaw in the ice caused anguish to his feet
And he would scold arena crews—*What’d you call this mush?
‘Tis nothing but chips and ruts; I’d rather skate on slush!*
(More prickly than his brother Joe,
Es-ki-mo Di-mag-gio.)
After one match in Oakland on ice unduly rough
He stormed into the locker room, shouting ‘Nuff’s enough!
He didn’t change his sweater as he stormed out the door,
Hopping on a trolley car, to be seen never more
(He’s a bit loony, don’t you know.
Es-ki-mo Di-mag-gi-o.)
He was sighted in the Yukon, once or perhaps twice
Engaged in some mad mission to find the perfect ice.
Neither man nor beast can say what became of this fool,
Though bits of skate lace appear in petrified bear stool
(Tastes better than his brother Joe?
Es-ki-mo Di-mag-gi-o.)
Mar 29, 2017
Mar 29, 2017 at 10:10 AM UTC
the raiders show, the half time show, v dragons
johnny’ welcome back, and what a start we have for the raiders, you see we got to a lead
of 18 points to nil, and at half time the raiders lead 18 points to 8 with hodgson and soliola and
blake austin, and croker scored 3 2 pointers while merrin scores a try for the dragons and widdop
scores 2 2 pointers, and the raiders have made a few mistakes, but they have a good lead
and here is sue
sue’ ok welcome, and here is tim with his jingle
tim’ oh yeah we are the bad and mean green machine
fearsome men looking keen,
don’t try and stop these men in green
cause we hit ya hit ya hit ya, and you’ll see green
run raiders run we have a 10 point lead yeah
run raiders run, will we win will we win yeah
we run up the field, and score 3 tries, oh what a team we have
run raiders run, oh yeah raiders, we are the best
sue’ thanks tim and now here is olly
olly’ in canberra town we were born come on raiders, oh we can win
in canberra town, in the north, bound for fun at GIO
come on ya mighty raiders, come on, we must win
go the mighty raiders team, beat the hapless dragons
sue’ ok thanks olly and now back to johnny
johnny’ thanks sue and now, we hope the raiders don’t fade here, no, go the raiders we are bound to have a victory
see you at full time COME ON RAIDERS
Mar 21, 2015
Mar 21, 2015 at 3:36 AM UTC
when two people are meant to be
we call that chemistry
and a single kiss
will leave them breathlessly
but some times in a laboratory
there is another story
so when two people are meant to be
they can also be like poison
there might be an explosion
so be careful when a kiss is breathtaking
your heart might still be aching.
- gio, 01.05.2020
May 3, 2020
May 3, 2020 at 5:38 AM UTC
the classic. defines his essence.
has class but wears slip-on airwalks with a corduroy finish.
he is the un-official fragrance of California.
the blend. defines his unique musk.
creates his own signature scent. the aroma of lust.
he’s there. but not in the center.
the freshest. defines his presence.
casually sensual, yet professionally down-to-business.
his look. that stare. hearts he hypnotizes.
the drift. defines his confidence.
distinctively driven. to be assertive, yet ever so cleverly subtle.
she loves it. he knows the ingredients.
the scent. citrus and verbena.
‘herbal’ with a dry-down of jasmine and thyme.
bound to a hint of petuna’s hide.
the content. 12% oil blend for a compelling long last.
that won’t overpower the girl who’s time is spent basking
in another place. the great lakes.
the dirt. front row parking.
richness of the earth. fresh sea. warm sun.
acqua di gio. gendarme.
Mar 12, 2017
Mar 12, 2017 at 8:41 AM UTC