By Gypsy Blue Rose
| Author Note: | Presentation and Poem by Gypsy Blue Rose (c) copyright 1/3/25 |
I yearn for true love
and die every night
missing it til dawn
I wait each morn in vain
for your romantic poems
of passion and ache
our affair is like a flower
that fades away
in the horizon
I yearn for true love
| Author Notes |
Thank you for reading and reviewing my poem,
Gypsy Pictures from Pinterest/ Presentation and Poem by Gypsy Blue Rose (c) copyright 1/3/23 |
By Gypsy Blue Rose
| Author Note: | Presentation and Poem by Gypsy Blue Rose (c) copyright 1/13/25 |
| Author Notes |
I don't know where this came from.... lol
'Strut the catwalk' is what Famous models do Thank you for reading and reviewing my poem. Gypsy Pictures from my Pinterest account. Poems and presentations by Gypsy Blue Rose (c) copyright 1/13/25 |
By Gypsy Blue Rose
| Author Note: | exercise on addiction - presentation and poem by gypsy blue rose (c) |
| Author Notes |
fictional free verse - an exercise on addiction
Sleeping Tiger is a saying AA or NA members say, it means that even after an alcoholic or addict stops using he/she/they always have the dormant illness inside. Substance Abuse National 24/7 Crisis Number 800 662 4357 SAMHSA Substance Abuse and Mental Health Service Administration for information click here for 12 steps program information click here "The AA 12 steps work, if you work them" Thank you for reading and reviewing my poem, Gypsy picture from Google Public domain/ poem and presentation by Gypsy Blue Rose (c) copyright 1/15/25 |
By Gypsy Blue Rose
| Author Note: | Trigger Warning: poem deals with suicide |
cool breeze
through her black hair
in a vacuous starless night
she carries the vast weight of life
on her marble-cold back
c o n t e m p l a t i n g
to step off the ledge
her last thought was what he said
“she is a better fit”
| Author Notes |
Fictional Free Verse about Suicide
For those who feel like they are out of options and the only way out is suicide, know that no matter what you are dealing with, life gets better and your life is a precious thing worth saving. You would be missed. Call the Life Line number 988 988 suicide and crisis phone line National Alliance on Mental Illness and Suicide Prevention hotline 1-800-950-6264 and text or chat 62640 Thank you for reading and reviewing my poem. Gypsy Pictures from my Pinterest account. Poems and presentations by Gypsy Blue Rose (c) copyright 1/19/25 |
By Gypsy Blue Rose
| Author Note: | Presentation and Poem by Gypsy Blue Rose (c) copyright 2/3/25 |
| Author Notes |
Free verse with some near rhymes
The Orange Age is mockery of the Golden Age. The Golden Age is a period of great happiness, prosperity, and achievement. United States of America Constitution Preamble "We the People of the United States, in Order to form a more perfect Union, establish Justice, insure domestic Tranquility, provide for the common defense, promote the general Welfare, and secure the Blessings of Liberty to ourselves and our Posterity, do ordain and establish this Constitution for the United States of America." if you want to read the Constitution of the United States of America click here I used some medieval kingdom terms: Conquering territory appropriated in war Lord Chancellor is a secretary of a king Subjects are people who are under a king's rules cryptocurrency or crypto coins is a virtual or digital asset Thank you very much, for reading and reviewing my poem. Gypsy Picture from Pinterest. Bottom picture is Elon Musk. Presentation and poem by Gypsy Blue Rose (c) copyright 2/3/25 |
By Gypsy Blue Rose
| Author Note: | Presentation and Poem by Gypsy Blue Rose (c) copyright 2/19/25 |
to see you naked
is to remember
the shore’s smooth sand dunes
as the sentinel reeds stand tall
guarding your beauty and soul
to see you naked
is to understand the rain’s longing
to touch your satin peach skin
and the ocean’s implore
to plunge into the deep end of sea
your belly is a promise of life
your lips are plump, ripe, and sweet
your mother hips move
to the rhythm of whimsical tides
tempting me to leap into your love
| Author Notes |
"Beauty is not in the face; beauty is a light in the heart." - Kahlil Gibran
Free Verse, no punctuation, lowercase Thank you very much, for reading and reviewing my poem. Gypsy Picture from Pinterest. Presentation and poem by Gypsy Blue Rose copyright |
By Gypsy Blue Rose
The time has come
King X and his court jester D
have robbed the poor
to gift the avaricious rich.
>⇒
WANTED:
We need a Robin Hood
brave and with excellent aim
an expert archer with bow and arrows
to eliminate hate and division
and stand for truth and justice
>⇒
He must have faith in God,
Jesus would not stand
for giving to the rich
and taking from the poor
He was unquestionably against
the greedy, corrupted, richest on earth
| Author Notes |
-- Avaricious= is greed of gain; excessively acquisitive especially in seeking to hoard riches The House of republican Representatives has passed the fiscal budget making huge cuts to benefit the richest billionaires in our country. Medicare, Medicare, Social Security and social security disability insurance will be slashed. Programs that affect the majority of Americans, mostly elders and disable people. One out of five Americans have medicade. What does it mean for people like me and you? I am disabled and my only source of income is SSID which I paid for in wages throughout my life. I also depend on medicaid Health Care Insurance, without it I can get very sick and die. 70 million retired elders and disabled people receive SSI or SSDI. What is going to happen to them? If Elon and Donald have their way, our economy will collapse. Health care companies would lose a huge part of their income. 70 million SSI and SSDI individuals expend money on health care, housing, food, utilities, clothes, cars, gas, etc. Also, our homeless population would increase in tremendous numbers. How would our communities deal with that? I am not even counting all the fired Federal employees, policemen, teachers, firemen, and VETERANS. Employers will be hurt too. What is happening to our country? Our freedom means something. The Statue of Liberty used to welcome immigrants from around the world, with open arms. But now Donald Trump is selling "Residency Gold Cards" for five million dollars! One more rip-off along with trump bibles, MAGA hats, t-shirts, Donald Trump collector play cards, alcohol, coins, casinos, a football league, and the list goes on. Our country and our freedom are up for sale. Trump admitted in an interview in the Oval Office that he would welcome Russians if they had the money to buy the 5 million Golden Card. This corrupted and incompetent man aims to be a king or a dictator like Putin, Hitler, Kim Jong Un, and others. He called Ukraine's president Volodymyr Zelensky a dictator and sided with Putin in his war. Thank you very much for your excellent review and kind words. Gypsy |
By Gypsy Blue Rose
Death’s black cloak
covers your cold body
lying on the bed at your wake
with jasmine in your hair
it fills my heart with ache
≈♦≈
Death's sharp claws
slash my sanity and hope
while I fight valiantly
for memories of you at home
≈♦≈
I will remain by your side
until your ashes take flight
and your soul soars
over lands and sea
but you'll always be in my heart
| Author Notes |
Free Verse of a man's grief at his wife's wake
Thank you very much for reading and reviewing my poem. Gypsy Pictures from Pinterest. Presentation and Poem by Gypsy Blue Rose (c) copyright 3/10/25 |
By Gypsy Blue Rose
oceans of time
will not keep us apart
we share the same moon and stars
♦
♦
you’re the warm breeze
playing with my hair
and the ardent sun
that sets my heart aflame
♦
you’re the sultry scent
of golden barley fields
in the summer rain
♦
our hands touch
palm to palm
yours bigger than mine
♦
makes me feel small
but cherished and adored
~ I peacefully rest in your love ~
| Author Notes |
Free Verse Love Poem for the contest
Thank you for reading and reviewing my poem, Gypsy Pictures from Pinterest. Presentation and Poem by Gypsy Blue Rose (c) copyright 3/9/25 |
By Gypsy Blue Rose
Dalia sits alone in darkness
one who once was happy
now trembles with uncertainty
and fear of what lies ahead
the president and his men
follow Elon Musk's evil plan
while we struggle
to feed the hungry
and house the poor
the republicans
have kissed the president's ring
too afraid to stand
for truth, democracy, and justice
40 million poor await their fate
afraid to lose their Medicaid
and social security checks
and Donald Trump doesn’t care
from Dalia's dark empty room
she watches the azure stars
and brilliant moon
beautiful during feast or famine
She prays to her loving God
but wonders if suffering
is unavoidable
some Americans must admit
the truth about their president
guilty of our country's restlessness
headed to the unavoidable precipice
while the world watches in disbelief
what we have become
| Author Notes |
The title, Valley of Unrest, is Edgar Allan Poe's poem He inspires me. Edgar suffered from Chronic Depression.
Free Verse about our country's president's failure to govern our country. America is headed to an economic crash, and people without medical care and possible homelessness for many people who depend on their SSI or SSDI to survive. The point of view is that of a disabled woman, Dalia, who depends on medication and medical treatment to stay alive. In two weeks, she, and many others, will find out if Elon's Doge will cut-off their social security checks, delate them, or decrease that amount. Also, there will be cuts to Medicaid, the medical care that millions depend on. Elon Musk has access to our personal information, and with that they can manipulate SSI checks. With a lack of income and medical care, she could die. Do you think Trump and Elon Musk will take responsibility for what is to come? The cost of food and other necessities is increasing and the stock market is crashing. The tariff wars are going to throw us into a recession. Thank you, Gypsy Paintings by Francisco Goya and the top is unknown. Presentation and poem by Gypsy Blue Rose (c) copyright 3/12/25 |
By Gypsy Blue Rose
Brave Soldiers Fight
| Author Notes |
Wuthering = to blow with a dull roaring sound
Babusia = grandmother in Ukrainian. sound: Bah-boo-syah. Wave a white flag = symbolizes a universal gesture of peace and surrender. Thank you for reading and reviewing my poem. I'm thinking about Ukrainians and praying for their peace. Gypsy Pictures from Pinterest. Presentation and poem by Gypsy Blue Rose (c) copyright 3/19/25 |
By Gypsy Blue Rose
| Author Notes |
no more holding back
be reckless share your love with everyone - Rumi 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. The presentation and poem by Gypsy Blue Rose (c) copyright 3/23/25 Inspired by Federico Garcia Lorca, 20th century Spanish Poet Thank you very much, for reading and reviewing my poem. Gypsy Picture from Pinterest. Presentation and poem by Gypsy Blue Rose copyright 3/23/25 |
By Gypsy Blue Rose
| Author Note: | fictional poem (suicide theme 'trigger warning) dedicated to Dean Kuch RIP |
| Author Notes |
Fictional Free Verse Poem inspired lightly by personal experience. I suffer from bipolar disorder with short manic episodes and long depressive episodes. I have been chronically depressed several times in my life, sometimes as long as three years at a time, so I know how it feels. But it's never been as bad as the poem. I have family, friends, and God to help me through. I feel bad for those who don't have anybody in their lives. It's easy to feel like giving up if you don't have a support system. Depression is a dangerous and deceiving illness. It's a chemical imbalance in the brain. At the time, you feel hopeless and in so much pain that suicide seems the only way to go. Luckily, bipolar disorder is treatable, and with the right medication, you can live a normal life. If you are or know of someone dealing with depression, pass on the information below and tell them, "Don't give up, it gets better."
988 suicide and crisis phone line National Alliance on Mental Illness (NAMI) for information and resources, call 800-950-6264 (or text helpline to 6264) click here Thank you for reading and reviewing my poem. Gypsy The painting is "Somnambulist, 1878 by Max Pirner. The Presentation and Poem by Gypsy Blue Rose (c) copyright 3/29/25 National Alliance on Mental Illness and suicide prevention hotline 1-800-950-6264 and text or chat 62640 |
By Gypsy Blue Rose
Spain
my faraway land
where I grew up
I left a piece of my heart behind
on lands of olive trees and old vineyards
surrounded by the Mediterranean Sea
fields of red poppies await
but only my spirits roam
the cobblestone streets
Spanish artists drip passion
spreading the language of love
and fire
painters’ brush strokes
canvas and walls
I feel art in my heart and soul
| Author Notes |
I grew up in Spain, a beautiful country full of history and art culture. I was 16 years old when I moved to America. I'm an American citizen. Although I would like to move back to Spain, especially now, I would never leave my children and grandchildren. I love America, but in some respects, I am stuck in the middle. Many immigrants feel that way.
Thank you for reading and reviewing, Gypsy Presentation and Poem by Gypsy Blue Rose (c) copyright 3/31/25 |
By Gypsy Blue Rose
| Author Note: | Presentation and Poem by Gypsy Blue Rose (c) copyright 4/2/25 |
shimmering silver lake
surrounded by mellow willow trees
are shrouded with hazy mist
the surface is teeming
with moonlight, sparkling stars,
and flickering fireflies
a boat sails through wavering waters
where stirring solefish schools elude
hooks of pain and certain death
sprawling across the shore
lush flowers and slender reeds grow
buzzing with life
beneath the gypsy moon
melancholic nightingales sing
for the smoldering dawn
| Author Notes |
Tercet free verse about nature using rich imagery and alliteration.
Thank you very much for reading and reviewing my poem. Gypsy Presentation and Poem by Gypsy Blue Rose (c) copyright 4/2/25 |
By Gypsy Blue Rose
tumultuous tempest tyranny
rages through continents and seas
breaking boulders with ease
inert stones do not complain
as they are decimated slowly
with global trade winds
earthquakes roar and rage
pushing ally mountains away
and destroying old bonds
as the world watches in horror
the distruction
of t a r i f f wars
| Author Notes |
"When tyranny becomes law, rebellion becomes duty." - Thomas Jefferson
Global and Trade are types of winds There are 7 continents: North America, Asia, South America, Antarctica, Africa, Europe, and Oceania There are 5 oceans in the world: the Pacific Ocean, the Atlantic Ocean, the Indian Ocean, the Southern Ocean, and the Arctic Ocean. Free Verse using lowercase, no punctuation, metaphor, and simile. I covered the five senses. Thank you very much for reading and reviewing my poem. Gypsy Presentation and Poem by Gypsy Blue Rose (c) copyright |
By Gypsy Blue Rose
| Author Note: | Presentation and Poem by Gypsy Blue Rose (c) copyright 4/9/25 |
| Author Notes |
Free Verse inspired by Helen's bird poems
I will be moving back to Sacramento after 7 years because housing in Los Angeles is too high. I lived in Sacramento for 19 years; some of the time was happy, but most of it was emotionally devastating. There are positive aspects to moving back, so I need to focus on that. I know things will be fine with time, but change is hard. Thank you very much for reading and reviewing my poem. Gypsy Pictures from Pinterest. Presentation and poem by Gypsy Blue Rose (c) copyright 4/9/25 |
By Gypsy Blue Rose
| Author Note: | Presentation and Poem by Gypsy Blue Rose (c) copyright 4/16/25 |
| Author Notes |
-Rhymed Quatrains
-A siege is a group of herons Thank you very much, for reading and reviewing my poem. Gypsy Picture from Pinterest. Presentation and poem by Gypsy Blue Rose (c) copyright 4/16/25 |
By Gypsy Blue Rose
| Author Note: | Presentation and Poem by Gypsy Blue Rose (c) copyright 4/17/25 |
| Author Notes |
Aphrodite and Ishstar are goddesses of love, beauty, and desire
Thank you very much for reading and reviewing my poem. Gypsy Picture from Pinterest. Presentation and poem by Gypsy Blue Rose (c) copyright 4/17/25 |
By Gypsy Blue Rose
| Author Note: | for Dean Kuch RIP |
on a chilly night on my terrace
I chit-chatted with the Grim
about inconsequential things
by the light of the moon,
the starless sky was filled
with obscure gloom and doom
his ominous dark nature and garb
captivated me with his alluring charm
of macabre deceiving facade
I read for the Grim Reaper
"One Thousand and One Nights"
to delay my imminent demise
so taken by my gift of gab
that the Reaper released my soul
and said goodnight
“Till we meet again.”
| Author Notes |
The title comes from a story I read as a teenager, my poem is a different story.
"One Thousand and One Arabian Nights" is a story about King Shahryar. He is shocked to learn that his wife is unfaithful and he has her killed. In his bitterness and grief, he decides that all women are the same, and he begins to marry a succession of virgins only to execute each one the next morning, before she has a chance to dishonor him. Eventually, King Wazir, whose duty it is to provide the victims, cannot find any more virgins. Vizier's daughter offers herself as the next bride. On the night of their marriage, she begins to tell the king a tale, but does not end it. The king, curious about how the story ends, is thus forced to postpone her execution to hear the conclusion. And that is the way Vizier's daughter is pardoned because King Shahryar falls in love with her and lives the rest of their lives happily ever after. Thank you very much for reading and reviewing my poem. Gypsy Presentation and Poem by Gypsy Blue Rose (c) copyright 4/18/25 |
By Gypsy Blue Rose
| Author Notes |
"But if each day, each hour you feel that you are destined for me with implacable sweetness, if each day a flower climbs up to your lips to seek me" - Pablo Neruda, Chilean poet
Quote Poem is a new kind of poem I created. It consists of a poem inspired by a quote. The rules are as follows: write the poem, and in your author notes, write the quote with quotation marks and the author's name. The type of poem is up to the poet. It can be written in free verse or rhyme. for list of quotes click here * for list of quotes click here Thank you very much for reading and reviewing my poem. Gypsy Presentation and Poem by Gypsy Blue Rose (c) copyright 5/9/25 |
By Gypsy Blue Rose
my poems rain over you
savoring
your caramel scent
and kissing
your sand castle skin
≈ ♦ ≈
your tuscan brown eyes
own the celestial universe
and when you look at me
I get lost
in the window of your soul
| Author Notes |
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 Picture from Pinterest. The presentation and poem by Gypsy Blue Rose (c) copyright 5/9/25 |
By Gypsy Blue Rose
how many times
≈ my love ≈
I loved you without seeing you
≈ in person ≈
without watching your gaze
in the smoldering afternoon
≈ wondering ≈
what your mouth tastes inside
you are the sea
and I am the sky
≈ my love ≈
how many times
| Author Notes |
Thank you for reading and reviewing my poem.
Gypsy Presentation and Poem by Gypsy Blue Rose (c) copyright 5/27/25 |
By Gypsy Blue Rose
by the light of June’s moon
I contemplate the meaning of life
and our untameable love
I love the way you love me
≈ ♦ ≈ ♦≈ the way ≈ ♦ ≈ ♦≈
the earth loves wild flowers
the sea loves flying fish
the air loves soaring eagles
and the fire loves our flaming passion
| Author Notes |
Free Verse inspired by the four elements: earth, water, air, and fire
Thank you for reading and reviewing my poem. Gypsy Pictures from pinterest.com. The presentation and poem by Gypsy Blue Rose (c) copyright 5/28/25 |
By Gypsy Blue Rose
| Author Note: | Pictures from Pinterest. Poem & Presentation by Gypsy Blue Rose (c) copyright |
| Author Notes |
Thank you very much for reading my poem.
Gypsy Pictures from Pinterest. Poem and Presentation by Gypsy Blue Rose (c) copyright 6/11/25 |
By Gypsy Blue Rose
| Author Note: | Pictures from Pinterest - Poem and Presentation by Gypsy Blue Rose (c) copyright |
Today,
I wrote a love poem for you
not for the most beautiful girl
or goddess of love.
.
My heart beats like a drum
every time you pass by
and your bride's veil is embroidered
with luminous fireflies.
.
the sun and the moon
bend the knee before you
and braid stardust in your hair
.
the alluring sea
can't compare to you.
.
I pledge my infinite love
in sickness and in health
till the end of days.
| Author Notes |
Free Verse inspired by Pablo Neruda's Poem:
"My words rained over you, stroking you For a long time, I have loved the sunned mother-of-pearl of your body Until I even believe that you own the universe I will bring you happy flowers from the mountains," Thank you very much for reading and reviewing my poem. Gypsy Pictures from my Pinterest. The presentation and poem created by Gypsy Blue Rose (c) copyright 6/12/25 |
By Gypsy Blue Rose
| Author Note: | Presentation and Poem by Gypsy Blue Rose (c) copyright 6/23/25 |
crystal tangerine moon
lights up crimson and amber leaves
of lingering autumn
outside the window —
as I stir our love’s flames
r e k i n d l i n g i t s c i n d e r s
| Author Notes |
25 words, lowercase, no punctuation, unrhymed, lines connected grammatically
Thank you very much for reading and reviewing my poem. Gypsy Pictures from Pinterest.com. Presentation and Poem by Gypsy Blue Rose (c) copyright 6/23/25 |
By Gypsy Blue Rose
| Author Note: | Presentation and Poem by Gypsy Blue Rose (c) copyright 6/25/25 |
I want to slip into you
to feel your tan skin
surrounding me
♦
I hope you fit-in right
don’t rub me wrong
or cut into my silky skin
I don’t go
for that kind of thing
♦
I love the way
your soft leather suede
feels against my feet
♦
m y s e x y s t i l e t t o s
| Author Notes |
free verse, lowercase, no punctuation, lines connected grammatically
Thank you for reading and reviewing my poem. Gypsy Pictures from Pinterest. Poem and Presentation by Gypsy Blue Rose (c) copyright 6/25/25 |
By Gypsy Blue Rose
| Author Note: | Presentation and Poem by Gypsy Blue Rose (c) copyright 7/6/25 |
The Statue of Liberty
covers her face in shame
no longer able to say,
“Give me your tired,
your poor,
your huddled masses
yearning to breathe free.”
| Author Notes |
Once, we were a beloved country around the world, but not anymore.
"The New Colossus" is a sonnet by American poet Emma Lazarus (1849-1887). She wrote the poem in 1883 to raise money for the construction of a pedestal for the Statue of Liberty. Complete Poem: Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame, With conquering limbs astride from land to land; Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame Is the imprisoned lightning, and her name Mother of Exiles. From her beacon-hand Glows world-wide welcome; her mild eyes command The air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame. "Keep, ancient lands, your storied pomp!" cries she With silent lips. "Give me your tired, your poor, Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free, The wretched refuge of your teeming shore. Send these, the homeless, tempest-tossed to me, I lift my lamp beside the golden door!" Thank you for reading and reviewing my poem. Gypsy Pictures from Pinterest. Poem and Presentation by Gypsy Blue Rose (c) copyright 7/6/25 |
By Gypsy Blue Rose
| Author Note: | Presentation and Poem by Gypsy Blue Rose (c) copyright 7/8/25 |
when I look at you
I see the golden sun
over the elm tree
nude, soft, and smooth
shedding autumn’s
crimson, gold, and amber
.
.
I want to touch your burning skin
and embrace
being cinders at your feet
.
.
you are everything that exists
sweet scents, starry nights,
moon and sun lights, land and sea
.
God’s precious gifts
| Author Notes |
Inspired by the Chilean poet, Pablo Neruda.
Free verse with minimum punctuation and lowercase. Thank you for reading and reviewing my poem. Gypsy Pictures from Pinterest. Poem and Presentation by Gypsy Blue Rose (c) copyright 7/8/25 |
By Gypsy Blue Rose
| Author Note: | Presentation and Poem by Gypsy Blue Rose (c) copyright 7/12/25 |
Life Finds A Way
all life on Earth
sing songs of gratitude
for warm sunny days
crisp morning air
clear cool stream water
fresh tasty food
safe shelter
and peaceful sleep
by the light of the silver moon
| Author Notes |
"Life Finds a Way" - Jurassic Park, a line of dialogue that holds hope on one side and caution on the other.
The Survival Rule of Three: - 3 Minutes without air - 3 Hours without shelter in extreme conditions - 3 Days without water - 3 Weeks without food Humans require several fundamental needs to survive, which can be categorized into physiological and psychological needs. PHYSIOLOGICAL NEEDS: - Air: Oxygen is essential for cellular respiration. - Water: Hydration is crucial for bodily functions; humans can survive only a few days without it. - Food: Nutrients provide energy and support bodily functions; survival without food typically lasts a few weeks. - Shelter: Protection from environmental elements is necessary for safety and health. -Sleep: Rest is vital for physical and mental recovery. PSYCHOLOGICAL NEEDS: - Safety: Security from physical and emotional harm is important for well-being. - Social Connections: Relationships and community support contribute to mental health. - Self-esteem: A sense of self-worth and accomplishment is important for motivation and mental health. ADDITIONAL CONSIDERATIONS : - Health Care: Access to medical care is important for maintaining physical health. - Environmental Factors: Clean air, water, and a stable climate are essential for long-term survival. These needs are interconnected, and neglecting any can impact overall health and survival. Thank you for reading and reviewing my poem. Gypsy Pictures from my Pinterest account. The presentation and poem by Gypsy Blue Rose (c) copyright 7/12/25 |
By Gypsy Blue Rose
| Author Note: | Presentation and Poem by Gypsy Blue Rose (c) copyright |
| Author Notes |
free verse with 9 syllables per line and 7 lines
-- RIDING SHOTGUN: the practice of sitting alongside the driver in a moving vehicle. -- ORIGIN: In the 1900s, the term referred to the bodyguard who rode alongside a stagecoach driver, armed with a shotgun to deter bandits. -- HOPSCOTCH = a child's game Inspired by Emily Dickinson's "Because I could not stop for death" 1830 - 1886 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 Tippet 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 tis Centuries and yet Feels shorter than the Day I first surmised the Horses Heads Were toward Eternity Thank you for reading and reviewing my poem. Gypsy Pictures from my Pinterest account. The presentation and poem by Gypsy Blue Rose (c) copyright 7/14/25 |
By Gypsy Blue Rose
| Author Note: | Presentation and Poem by Gypsy Blue Rose (c) copyright |
| Author Notes |
Thank you for reading and reviewing my poem.
Gypsy Pictures from my Pinterest account. The presentation and poem by Gypsy Blue Rose (c) copyright 7/14/25 |
By Gypsy Blue Rose
| Author Note: | Presentation and Poem by Gypsy Blue Rose (c) copyright |
l i f e
precious and rare
striving, growing, expanding,
.
it's beautiful and wonderful
but too short and frightening at times
.
I'm avoiding pain, suppressing bad memories,
and regretting mistakes
.
I wait in the dark room
d e a t h
| Author Notes |
A diamante poem is a seven-line, diamond-shaped poem that contrasts two opposite subjects. The fourth and fifth lines wrapped around to the next line because they are too long to fit across.
Structure: Line 1: Noun (subject 1) Line 2: Two adjectives describing subject 1 Line 3: Three gerunds (verbs ending in -ing) related to subject 1 Line 4: Four nouns (two related to subject 1, two related to subject 2) Line 5: Three gerunds related to subject 2 Line 6: Two adjectives describing subject 2 Line 7: Noun (subject 2) Additional Guidelines: - The first and last lines should represent contrasting ideas. - The poem should maintain a symmetrical shape, reflecting the transition from one subject to another. - Use vivid imagery and precise language to enhance the poem's impact. This format allows for creative expression while adhering to a structured approach. Thank you for reviewing my poem. Gypsy Pictures from Pinterest.com. Presentation and poem by Gypsy Blue Rose (c) copyright 7/21/25 |
By Gypsy Blue Rose
| Author Note: | Presentation and Poem by Gypsy Blue Rose (c) copyright |
*
*
raging thunderstorm
outside my trembling window
as lightning bolts
slash my dark room
*
*
I scream across time
waiting to be embraced
in the sanctuary
of my father’s arms
| Author Notes |
My father was not perfect and did some things I could not forgive for a long time. Now that I am older and a mother, I realized, I am not a perfect parent either. I forgave my dad and found peace between us. He died in 2006.
Naani is one of India's most popular poetic forms. Naani poem consists of 4 lines and 20 to 25 syllables and any subject. Generally, it depends upon human relations and current statements. This poetry was introduced by Dr. Gopi, with the University, in Andhra Pradesh. more information Thank you very much for your time to provide a kind review. Gypsy Pictures from my Pinterest. The presentation and poem created by Gypsy Blue Rose (c) copyright 7/25/25 |
By Gypsy Blue Rose
| Author Note: | Presentation and Poem by Gypsy Blue Rose (c) copyright 8/13/25 |
words rain over you
shimmering in the sun
as you lie on your back
your fanned hair
is an autumn crown
in the wavering light
| Author Notes |
Senryu is a Japanese unrhymed poem that utilizes imagistic language to convey the essence of a deeply felt moment in time. Unlike Haiku, senryu is about human nature and doesn't need a season word. English senryu is written in three lines with 17 syllables OR LESS. the haiku foundation senryu examples * senryu rules
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By Gypsy Blue Rose
| Author Note: | Presentation and Poem by Gypsy Blue Rose (c) copyright 8/14/25 |
I look at you from afar
as you walk on by
with your new girl
.
hand in hand
laughing about
who knows what.
.
My pain is caught
in a deceitful breeze.
.
It reaches you
and you turn,
but you don’t see me.
.
Do you feel my ache
from afar?
| Author Notes |
Free Verse
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By Gypsy Blue Rose
| Author Note: | Presentation and Poem by Gypsy Blue Rose (c) copyright 8/17/25 |
My heavy heart
feels the ache of dying dusk
and loathes leaving the sun
My heart dreams
of having you near
the way dawn dreams
of kissing moonlit rivers
The melancholic sky
hides behind your eyes
‘cause you can’t feel my love
cuddled in your arms
| Author Notes |
Free verse without punctuation or lowercase
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By Gypsy Blue Rose
| Author Note: | meaning of the poem in author notes |
what will I do?
♦
♦
I’m cursed to be
the keeper of despair
and sadness in his eyes
♦
♦
with the dismal night
that covers his grave
with a black veil of starless sky
♦
♦
on Spanish green pastures
covered with scattered olive trees
and insane man’s windmills
♦
♦
I’ll gather nests and boughs
braided with his soul’s dusk
and my broken heart
♦
♦
without his midnight eyes
now covered with coins
to pay the ferryman
♦
♦
What will I do?
| Author Notes |
My Free Verse expresses the grief of someone who lost her lover. The reference to the "insane man's windmills" is inspired by the Spanish novel, Don Quijote De La Mancha by Miguel de Cervantes.
Coins for the dead are an ancient form of respect for the dead. The practice began in ancient times when people believed in folklore. The dead needed coins to pay a ferryman to cross the river Styx, which separates the worlds of the living and the dead. Thank you very much for your time to provide a kind review. Gypsy Top painting Ksusha S. - Pictures from my Pinterest. The presentation and poem created by Gypsy Blue Rose (c) copyright 8/18/25 |
By Gypsy Blue Rose
| Author Note: | Presentation and Poem by Gypsy Blue Rose (c) copyright 8/19/25 |
How can it get better than this?
Enjoy my son.
What payment for a gold sunrise?
It’s free of charge.
Who can I repay for this gift?
It comes from God.
What if the bright sun stops rising?
Will you be the keeper of dawn?
.
.
Have faith, I’ll always have your back.
Enjoy my son! It’s free of charge. It comes from God.
| Author Notes |
COVILLEJO Modified is an old Spanish form. It's usually rhymed, but I modified it to free verse. This 10-line poem is comprised of couplets (and a quatrain (or 4-line stanza).
The first line of each couplet is 8 syllables long and presents a question to which the second line responds in 3 to 4 syllables, either as an answer or an echo. The quatrain is also referred to as a redondilla, The final line of the quatrain also combines lines 2, 4, and 6 together. Line 1: 8 syllables. Question Line 2: 3-4 syllables. Response Line 3: 8 syllables Line 4: 3-4 syllables Line 5: 8 syllables Line 6: 3-4 syllables Line 7: 8 syllables Line 8: 8 syllables Line 9: 8 syllables Line 10: (Line 2) (Line 4) (Line 6) Thank you very much for your time to provide a kind review. Gypsy Pictures from my Pinterest. The presentation and poem created by Gypsy Blue Rose (c) copyright 8/19/25 |
By Gypsy Blue Rose
| Author Note: | HORROR STORY if you scare easily, skip this post |
A smell of freshly dug soil
permeates my cramped space.
Where am I? What's this place?
I don’t know where I am,
but it’s tight, dark, and damp.
Something slimy
just crawled on my face,
my feet, and my legs!
I lie in darkness
and all I can do
is use my hands and feet.
I'm in a box!
A horrifying thought
invades my mind,
I'm inside a coffin!
I panic, scream, and scratch
until my throat is sore
and my nails are ripped off.
I'm eight feet under
nobody will hear my cries,
no one is coming for me.
I have been buried alive!
| Author Notes |
Premature burial can lead to death through the following: asphyxiation, dehydration, starvation, or (in cold climates) hypothermia. The medical term for the fear of being buried alive is taphophobia.
In 1885, a man was found turned over onto its front inside the coffin, with much of his hair pulled out and scratch marks all over his body. In 1886, a girl's body was described as being found with the knees tucked up under the body, and her burial shroud "torn into shreds". A woman who was prematurely buried in 1915 after reportedly suffering a bout of epilepsy was exhumed a few minutes later after her sister asked to see her body one more time. The shock of her survival resulted in several ministers falling into her grave and the mourners fleeing in terror. SAFETY COFFINS were devised to prevent premature burial. The fear of being buried alive peaked during the cholera epidemics of the 19th century. Edgar Allan Poe wrote several books on the subject. "The Fall of the House of Usher", "The Cask of Amontillado", and "The Premature Burial", were published in 1844. The first recorded safety coffin was constructed on the orders of Duke Ferdinand in 1792. He had a window installed to allow light and air. Pessler, a German priest, suggested in 1798 that all coffins have a tube inserted from which a cord would run to the church bells. Pessler's colleague, Pastor Beck, suggested that coffins should have a small trumpet-like tube attached. Each day the local priest could check the smell of putrefaction of the corpse by sniffing the odours emanating from the tube. The saying (saved by the bell) came from this safety burial. Dr. Adolf Gutsmuth was buried alive several times to demonstrate the SAFETY COFFIN of his own design. in 1822, he stayed underground for several hours and even ate a meal of soup, bratwurst, marzipan, sauerkraut, beer, and torte for dessert, delivered to him through the coffin's feeding tube. Despite the fear of burial while still alive, there are no documented cases of anybody being saved by a safety coffin. Thanks to MariLyn Hamilton for creating the Little Workshop of Horror Club. Thank you for reading and reviewing my poem. Gypsy Picture from Pinterest and Google public domain. Presentation and Poem by Gypsy Blue Rose (c) 8/26,25. |
By Gypsy Blue Rose
| Author Note: | Presentation and Poem by Gypsy Blue Rose (c) copyright 9/1/25 |
If Love knocks on your door,
fling it wide open
and welcome it in.
♦
Even when your aching heart breaks
with unquenchable longing
set it free.
♦
Myrtle and gardenia bushes beckon
with blooming fragrant flowers
and tender quivering leaves.
| Author Notes |
Free Verse Tercets
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By Gypsy Blue Rose
| Author Note: | Presentation and Poem by Gypsy Blue Rose (c) copyright 9/9/25 |
T o n i g h t
.
summer rains
drip-dropped
on my tin roof
tap tap tap
messy monsoon
.
in the ceiling there's a hole
where raindrops fall
pitter-patter
on my bed and on my floor
I can't rest anymore!
.
sleep comes and goes
and when you mosey on down
into the sandman's world
my heart goes boom boom
swish ... whoosh
.
and like a bandit
in a bad spaghetti flick
you break into my room
with your underwear
damp and see-through
.
| Author Notes |
"In a bad spaghetti film" = western movies in the 60s shot in Italy to save money.
'The Sandman' is a fictional comic book character who reigns in the dream world. My free verse poem, I used onomatopoeia, lowercase, no punctuation, and some near rhymes. Thank you very much for your time to provide a kind review. Gypsy Pictures from my Pinterest. The presentation and poem created by Gypsy Blue Rose (c) copyright 9/9/25 |
By Gypsy Blue Rose
| Author Note: | Presentation and Poem by Gypsy Blue Rose (c) copyright 9/14/25 |
| Author Notes |
Tanka is a Japanese poem created in the 6th century with 31 syllables arranged in five lines: 5/7/5/7/7. An English tanka is composed of five phrases in five lines, grammatically connected. The five phrases must be cohesive; they shouldn't sound like a list. The fifth line should be the strongest line, similar to a haiku's satori.
PIVOT LINES are often a feature of English Tanka, but it's not necessary. A pivot line, usually line 3, connects the top and bottom parts of the tanka (top = 1st and 2nd lines) with (bottom = 4th and 5th lines), introducing ambiguity and resonance into the poem. EXAMPLE: the brief cloud of snow as an axe strikes this oak - a staggering blow after his diagnosis I can't hear the doctor's voice Note (the blow of an ex) in lines 1 and 2, and how it connects with lines 4 and 5 (the blow of bad news). click here if you want to read tanka examples click here if you want to read more information Thank you very much for your time to provide a kind review. Gypsy Pictures from my Pinterest. The presentation and poem created by Gypsy Blue Rose (c) copyright 9/15/25 |
By Gypsy Blue Rose
| Author Note: | Presentation and Poem by Gypsy Blue Rose (c) copyright 9/16/25 |
Their blood, sweat, and tears
irrigates our fertile fields
where tired peasants care for our land
with their rough, wounded hands
to feed their family here and abroad
planting seeds of love, soul, and dreams
to build a good, decent life.
The sizzling sun burns and dries
as their rough hands care for their kin.
They fill the produce aisles for us
in our grocery stores and restaurants
Now they are hunted like vermin
breaking families apart.
Their broken dreams scattered
amidst uncultivated fallow fields.
| Author Notes |
Thank you for reading and reviewing my poem.
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By Gypsy Blue Rose
| Author Note: | Presentation and Poem by Gypsy Blue Rose (c) copyright |
ONCE
The donkey and the elephant
shared mutual ground
and respected their boundaries.
NOWDAYS
The donkey and the elephant
can't find a common ground
and move farther
and farther
apart.
THE TRUTH IS
Animals are more alike than not
they all breathe the same air,
eat food, drink water, and nap.
UNTIL
They accept and cherish
their differences;
they'll never win. the fight
| Author Notes |
As of October 2025, the U.S. government is in the midst of a shutdown caused by an inability to pass spending bills on time.
The donkey and elephant have represented the Democratic and Republican Parties since the 1800s. The Democrats' association with the donkey began during the 1828 campaign of Democrat Andrew Jackson, who ran on a populist platform, "by the people, for the people," and using a slogan of "We the People Rule". Jackson's opponents referred to him as a jackass (donkey). Much to their chagrin, Jackson incorporated the jackass into his campaign posters. Republicans' earliest connection of the elephant to the Republican Party was an illustration in an 1864 Abraham Lincoln presidential campaign. During the Civil War, seeing the elephant was slang for experiencing combat firsthand. Thank you very much for your time to provide a kind review. Gypsy Pictures from my Pinterest. The presentation and poem created by Gypsy Blue Rose (c) copyright 10/1/25 |
By Gypsy Blue Rose
| Author Note: | Presentation and Poem by Gypsy Blue Rose (c) copyright |
I Dreamt of You Last Night
your love is toxic
your love is a curse
after all these years
I still miss you
I still love you
I still want more
even in dreams
our love doesn’t end well
it’s a doomed romance
but it wasn’t all bad
there were delicious days
there were needful nights
when we couldn’t get enough
when did our love die?
even in dreams
our love doesn’t end well
it’s a doomed romance
| Author Notes |
Free Verse using repeating lines and mirroring phrases
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By Gypsy Blue Rose
| Author Note: | Presentation and Poem by Gypsy Blue Rose (c) copyright |
I turned the kitchen light on
and a beetle scurried across the floor
I wondered …
does he experience love?
does he sing love songs?
o o p s
never mind
I don’t wonder anymore
| Author Notes |
Thank you for reading my poem.
Gypsy Presentation and poem by Gypsy Blue Rose (c) copyright 10/15/25 |
By Gypsy Blue Rose
| Author Note: | Presentation and Poem by Gypsy Blue Rose (c) copyright |
Nobody loves me
the way You do
and my heart belongs to You
most of my life
I thought
I was not worthy
of true love
until I meet You
I want You
to be the first
one I see
in the morning
and see
the sunrise
in Your eyes
I want You
to be the last
one I see
at night
and see
the sunset
in Your eyes
Nobody is
as loving and pure
as You
When I die
I want to be
in Your arms
I love You
with all my heart and soul
and I’ll follow You
to the end of the world
all I want is You
M y L o v e
| Author Notes |
Thank you for taking the time to read and review my poem.
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By Gypsy Blue Rose
| Author Note: | Presentation and Poem by Gypsy Blue Rose (c) copyright |
she visits the cemetery
to find peace
and finds her name —
on a new headstone
| Author Notes |
Naani is one of India's most popular poetic forms. Naani poem consists of 4 lines and 20 to 25 syllables and any subject. Generally, it depends upon human relations and current statements. This poetry was introduced by Dr. Gopi, with the University, in Andhra Pradesh. more information
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By Gypsy Blue Rose
| Author Note: | Presentation and Poem by Gypsy Blue Rose (c) copyright |
dainty moonbeam
tippy toes over the creek
leaving a trail of diamonds
b e h i n d
| Author Notes |
Naani is one of India's most popular poetic forms. Naani poem consists of 4 lines and 20 to 25 syllables and any subject. Generally, it depends upon human relations and current statements. This poetry was introduced by Dr. Gopi, with the University, in Andhra Pradesh. more information
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By Gypsy Blue Rose
| Author Note: | Presentation and Poem by Gypsy Blue Rose (c) copyright |
| Author Notes |
A "waltz wave" is a specific poetic form developed by Leo Waltz, which is a 19-line poem with a syllable pattern that follows a "wave" or "waltz" design. The syllable count for each line is: 1/2/1/2/3/2/1/2/3/4/3/2/1/2/3/2/1. This structure is often written with a title, and a common theme for these poems is related to nature or personal reflection, notes.
Form: A 19-line poem with a syllable count structured as a wave. Syllable pattern: 1/2/1/2/3/2/1/2/3/4/3/2/1/2/3/2/1. Thank you for reading and reviewing my poem. Gypsy Pictures from my Pinterest account. The presentation and poem by Gypsy Blue Rose (c) copyright 10/22/25 |
By Gypsy Blue Rose
| Author Note: | Presentation and Poem by Gypsy Blue Rose (c) copyright 11/5/25 |
let time wash over you
and onto the river of life
forget the suffering
you reside in the house of God
BE STILL
| Author Notes |
"Be still" is a command to stop striving, relax, and surrender, often used in a spiritual context. In the Bible, particularly Psalm 46:10, it carries a deeper meaning of ceasing your own efforts to know and trust in God, who is sovereign and in control. This concept also appears in secular mindfulness, encouraging a quiet pause to reflect, de-stress, and listen to one's inner thoughts or a higher power.
Psalm 46:10 He says, "Be still, and know that I am God; I will be exalted among the nations, I will be exalted in the earth." Thank you for taking the time to read and review my poem. Gypsy Pictures from Pinterest. The poem and presentation by Gypsy Blue Rose (c) copyright 11/5/25 |
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