Amours Poems | Examples

flowers fleurs

That one, who understood that the flowers,
were the most beautiful thing in the world, 
gather before roses, orchids
This one, understood everything, and loved.

The flowers and their heavenly perfumes,
Make him forget sorrows of love,
Forget hours spent in front of the sciences,
Flowers make you forget the people in a hurry,

This one has understood everything that has fooled him,
What can do without easy pleasures,
The loves of youth are illusions,
Flowers are the most beautiful thing in the world.


Celui là, qui a compris que les fleurs,
étaient la plus belle chose au monde, 
recueillez vous devant les roses, les orchidées
Celui là, a tout compris, et s’est aimé.

Les fleurs et leurs parfums célestes,
Lui font oublier des chagrins d’amour,
Des heures passées devant les sciences,
Elles vous font oublier les gens pressés,

Celui là a tout compris qui a compris cela,
Il peut se passer des plaisirs faciles,
Les amours de jeunesse sont illusions,
Les fleurs sont la plus belle chose au monde.

Swords And Roses

 Do We Bleed Not, In That We Love
 As Blades, As Roses, Time Is As Fleeting As A Dove
 And As The Sand Sifts The Moments Out The Hourglass
 And Love Finds It's Way, Just As The Blade Swinging In Inertial Mass
 F=m a , This The Sword Knows
 For Passionate Lovers, In War, In Crowns With Thorns
 Where The Sweet Scents Of Affection Serenade The Soul
 Just As Battle Scars From Pangs Of War,
 Yet, Nothing Truly Is Ever Lost
 When You Turn Pain To Bards,
 Whether Battlefields Or Romance, Matters Not
 Wounded By The Cold Piercing Steel Tip Of Fraught,
 And The Mists Of Time Take It's Course
 And The Memories Are Stained With Pricks And Bones,
 With Life Comes Lessons, Regressions And Discourse
 In Symphonies Of Valor And Heartbreak And Remorse,
 Nothing Unfettered, Nothing Gained, In Devotion, In Lament With Swords
 Through Friendships, Through Amours
 So Bend the Will Of Hatred And Anger Like A Scimitar, Lay Down The Glaive
 And Plant The Seed For Better Days

birds know everything

Ah, the birds,
Our faithful friends,
They know everything,

Your dear friends,
They Went away,
Oh birds,
Have understood it

Tell them
Your loves, 
Your concerns,

Oh birds,
They welcome
 At dawn,

Your loves,
Your cats, your dreams, 
The birds
Know everything.







Ah, les oiseaux,
Nos fidèles amis,
Ils savent tout,

Vos chers amis
S’en sont allés,
Ah les oiseaux,
L’ont compris

Dites-leur
Vos amours, 
Vos soucis,

Ah les oiseaux,
Ils accueillent
 Le lever du jour,

Vos amours,
Vos chats, vos rêves, 
Les oiseaux
Savent tout.

And Lovers Already Gone

Children already grown
Kisses already forgotten 
Plants already flowered
Flowers already burgeoned 
Forests depleted
Streams degenerated
Hear the desperate cries
Feelings already aged
Hearts already bruised
Souls already alienated
And lovers already gone
We have nothing left
The singing birds
The meowing cats
Always on our shoulders
And the naughty dogs
Barking sporadically
How presumptuous! How impertinent
The past won't come back
And time leaves us memories
Hidden and huddled under black ice
We talk about tomorrow, about the future
Ah! Good. That's all we can utter
Immediately
We can flee to the hills of Zaire
Like the elephants.

P.S. Translation of ‘Et Des Amours Déjà Partis’ by Hébert Logerie.

Copyright © June 2022, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poetry.

My Love Is Not a Blinding Blizzard

My love is not a blinding blizzard, after all,
Descending quickly, sweeping you off your feet,
As though we were forever predestined to meet,
Then hurriedly moving on to another’s faint call.
My love comes slowly, more like a snail’s crawl
Slowly building momentum each time we embrace
Every time I touch your hand or see your face,
For I am one who follows old-fashioned protocol.

Do not think I’ll be the common suitor you’ve had
Who came on strong and quickly turned your head
But then behaved like a suave, but merciless, cad
Thinking only of enticing you into his lustful bed
I am listening while you tell of past amours, so sad,
But, I have found you, my love, and my heart is glad.

written February 4, 2022

Where Does Love Go

Where do the minutes of our lives go?

Once bubbling in our young hands..
Do they go to a heavenly Minute Land!?

I dream of passion and of lovers past.

Add, a cornicopia  of nights of intoxicating kisses!

Mon amours, of my magical past.

So intoxicating , our love filled wishes.

There is a youtful breeze in me
that never dies.

And, will dance  on forever in ethereal skies.


                  10/25/2021

Peerless

Each passing second your Love 
Etches its seal on eternal slates, 
Proving fleeting affections drear,
Yielding warmth that never sates. 

Infinitely warmer and soothing more,
It trounces fickle throbs of mortal kiss, 
Eclipsing legends' amours of nymphs
Hugged by knights into hollowed bliss.

None comparable to fabled stories
Lauding mimicking flames of yore, 
It permeates envy's diamond walls; 
Caressing loneliest canyons below.  

Your caress's unlying promise heals
Rude adder's strikes ignorance deals, 
And balms vipers' capricious stings; 
Surefire cure beyond temporal flings.

Star Thoughts

Where do the minutes of our lives go?

Once bubbling in our young hands, do they go to Minute Land!?

I dream of passion and of lovers past!

Add,a cornicopia of nights of intoxicating kisses!

Mon amours, of my magical starlit, past.

So intoxicating, our love_filled wishes.

There is a youtful breeze in me, that never dies.

And, will dance on forever in ethereal skies.

Yes, and you can hear my midnight oceanic sighs.


                    7/15/2021
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I Love You-

Indiscreet gazed glare

Lived spiritualities listens do ones sweet whispers
Organizational perspectives viewed waiting a for you
Various amours fling dreams of you
Endless amor I love her/(him) so

Yearly some summarize passions sword cutting the void
Overwhelming feelings of my aspects sweet passions
Unfulfilled wishes I ask, will you be mine



7/11/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021

Romantic Breath

steadfast soft stars aloft 
in somber amours' mood,
a mere romantic breath 
following in silence. 
hued lambent music plays 
subdued by patient love 
not easily shooed away.
a kiss, a kiss, numb, hum
lust in a trice of time. 
a wild chime inward braid 
intimate desire hold unfolds, 
whilst a breath sighs of sails 
billowing across dark 
freckled celestial waves.


6/14/2020

Astrological Amours--

ASTROLOGICAL AMOURS--

Candid starlight
Shines over oceans view;
Breathe taking beautiful moonlit chooses to invite
The shadows of darkness kisses
Lunar and solar wishes
Emancipated galaxies explosion 
Eroded fallacies of common insurgences
Lunar and solar wishes
Breathe taking beautiful moonlit chooses to invite
Bliss afforest bliss
The shadows of darkness kisses
amours astrological

1/26/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.2019©

Sense of Sereanity

Sense of Sereanity

The curtains hold the sunlight at bay
Covers wrapped up around my insanity
A lull, a tranquility, envelopes
The paper bearing witness to my demons
Verse upon verse of amours and confessions
There in with the darkness of this cloaked room
A sense of serenity
As the knife stabs at my insanity

Very black is I
Gwydion and Hafgan
Dance in the meadows of my mind
Naked is the lost one
Whose mind falls into the sea
Serenity and Insanity embrace
In naked harmony
As strength ebbs and blood flows
Fading from this Celtic world
Alone and insane
The last call of reality, over the horizon
Oh Tegwen

Note: This poem was inspired by Tim Smith's poem "Sense of Serenity" and the following discussion we had in the Poetrysoup chat room! Was great fun all who participated!

Amours Psychogenic Forest

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Annunciations renascent bird in verve, upon an amulet wire my eyes do see!?

Animated, amid the sunburst branches as fluttering its tiny little wings ~

Chirping aside heartens amiable fertile waterfall, so joyfully splashing 

Its springtimes radiant colours into the wellnigh river refined; interpose....

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....“Amours, Psychogenic Forest” *

Persimmons

Does sucking lemon leave you licking your lips.
Does a lime leave you light and fresh.
When I even think of touching the tongue,
to either of those it turns my mouth inside out.  
But not as bitter and bad as the not ripe persimmon.
When persimmons have peaked before picking,
which is usually after the first hard frost.
No more delightful delicacy dares to compete.
It is absolutely aromatic and awes with sweetness.  
But tasted before that time takes courage 
the second time it is tasted.
For it puckers the palate 
galls up the gullet
tortures the tongue
and makes your mouth mindful 
of a rough coating everywhere. 
Luscious love is a little like that.
Building from lust, bursting forth in bloom,
bringing deep biological urges 
blossoming forth after mutual respect 
begins to bear witness to bonafide adoration.
Let it linger and languish low profile letting 
nature nourish each nuance until the frost
of fastidiousness finds love complete. 
Resplendently ripened and reveling in readiness
it awaits only the arrival of articulated amours
to be plucked as is the ripened persimmon.   
  
© Aug 28 2010 Charles Henderson

Talking Flowers

We flowers bring,
beauty and fragrance,
to share such the same,
in charming romance,

Come close, admire us, 
we wish to say,
it is a must,
to share your day,

Such with the butterflies,
of colorful flairs,
we yen to have your eyes,
behold as love shares,

In heartfelt amours,
we care to abound,
in a heart such as yours,
may warm pleasures be found,

We're of present,
to bring you true bliss,
as we're especially sent,
for precious moments like this.

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