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French Nature Poems | French Poems About Nature

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Details | Sonnet | |

Catch Me If You Can French Sonnet

<               enticing to eyes watching mama's pink roses bloom
                 fourty years later someone else now cares for them
                 fresh cut daily and seen in her arms their long stems
                 tears streaming down face I sit under swollen moon
                 waiting watching for sun to come up again soon
                 to catch one more glimsp of mama's planted old gems
                 unfurling petals before been chopped or condemned
                 think I'll ask if can take one for my dining room

                 aroma bursting amidst thy supper's table
                 bowed heads we come and thank our Heavenly father
                 somebody still cared though sick and times unable
                 and answers it's door for which one has come bothered
                 to let bask in roses empowering fable
                 and not to be called as it's one's roses robber

French Sonnet is a poem with rhyme scheme
Syllable count is 12 syllable per line.

Copyright © Katherine Stella

Details | Free verse | |

Black fruits - in french -

Fruits noirs

Sans qu’on y prenne garde,
Le ciel se tisse du grillage
Sombre des branches.
Elles  s’étendent  chaque année,
Et chaque année,
Grignotent un peu plus d’espace,

Au point de parfaire une voûte
Et d’arriver à se rejoindre,
En confisquant le peu de lumière,
Stagnante, sous les dernières
Feuilles de novembre,
La sève lentement rétractée.

Une pluie insistante, et froide,
Corrode la symphonie des ocres
En une bouillie sombre et gluante…
Les buissons moroses abritent
Aussi des fruits noirs,
A la densité lourde.

Ils pèsent de leur deuil,
Leur poids d’approche hivernale,
Et font oublier les envolées légères,
Des passereaux insouciants,
Qui se poursuivaient
Dans l’azur cristallin.

Ce sont des corbeaux    ;
Et leur noir luisant,
Semble une menace anthracite,
Barrant quelque part,
De branche  et branche
La lumière et la joie .

Without being beware,
The sky is woven with wire mesh
Of dark branches.
They extend every year
And every year
Eat away a little more space,

To the point of making a perfect arch
And arriving to join
Confiscating the little light
Stagnant under the last
Leaves of November
Sap slowly retracted.

An insistent rain and cold
Corrodes the symphony of ochres
In a dark and slimy mush ...
The gloomy bushes shelter
Also black fruits,
A with heavy density.

They weigh their mourning
The weight of winter approach
And make you forget the light flights,
Of careless sparrows,
Chasing each other
In the blue skies

They are crows;
And shiny black
Seems a anthracite threat
Barring somewhere
From branch to branch
Light and spirit of joy.

Copyright © rene Chabriere

Details | Free verse | |

SEXY FRENCH GIRLS encounter an American 15yr old boy

 in the eyes of an
15 yr  American old boy


My son
Sweet naive
Raised in China
Where MTV and YOUTUBE are banned
Where no girl kisses
Until her university days end.
Raised in China
Where knees are covered--
Lips are sealed--
Where boys
Only dream
Of the wonders of Red sex.
My son
Said he loved Paris
     For the Eiffel
     For the Louvre
     For the Seine
     For the wine.

But I knew
He loved Paris
For the
Blackest  panties
Barely hiding
Knowing smiles
Short tight skirts.

Copyright © Victoria Anderson-Throop

Details | Crystalline | |


horizons of sunflower yellow-
becomes oceans of oil,mellow

Copyright © Brian Strand

Details | Rhyme | |


The French simply call them: " Dents De Lion. "
They have tiny, fragile yellow rays,
and can be used in multiple ways;
my grandama tossed them in salads and more.

Mothers, do you want your gorgeous kids
to be healthy, happy and tall?
Then feed them these delicious, green herbs;
I am sure they'll eat them all.

Copyright © Andrew Crisci

Details | Sonnet | |

Clematis Cirrosha (French sonnet)

Great grin, glow, O glow, ‘til grizzled I grow, humming
Brightly bring bliss back before boredom burns me black 
My morn muse minding merry mountains’ moulded rock 
Tantalizes thoughtless thought that taunts thoughtless thing   
Lulling, longing, life with you, my love lives each day    
Whispering wind warmly wheeze words o’ awe, I feel 
Forever, firm beauty you own, as always will
Be beauteous blossom, bed o’ boredom stays at bay    

Dearest darling, don’t dare dry honeyed aroma 
Tempest thorns o’ thunders though sure to us they throw 
Yet, you-- yodelled youth o’ yore to death not to sow 
And, Angels adore you-- Clematis Cirrosha
Let love o’ mine, for you, flow in the darkest night
Heart diamond o’ thine, how precious is your light	

Copyright © Ernesto P. Santiago

Details | Couplet | |


On the brown lawn,yellowed leaves putrefy
Temporatures die as daylight hours fly.

American doublet form

Copyright © Brian Strand

Details | Ballade | |

French Maidens Of The Sea

French Maidens Of The Sea
Rememberence of the beautiful green waves
And the sea tides tossing free
French maidens with sultry lips...and hips
Adorn the beauty and mystery of the ships
And the magic of the sea.
Love offshore
My French maidens
Given to me to love and adore.
In unison with the sound of the ocean roar
We come together rhythmicly
With Pulsating love
The moon shines and smiles on us from above
The stars dance as we prance...Together
In unbridled love
On the deck of the ship our bodies engulfed
Lost in each others passions
French Maidens of the sea
One above me and two down below
French Maidens of the sea
with sultry lips...and hips
Your love hath adorned thee

Peter LeBuhn

Copyright ©2006 Peter B. Lebuhn 

Peter LeBuhn 

Copyright © Peter LeBuhn