Best Boulevards Poems

...If only I could make my way to Paris
To search the boulevards and rainy rues
I'd look to find my lonely heart an heiress
An Irish lass vacationing her muse

We'd find a quiet cafe' on the Seine
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...On boulevards of memories, with you I walk
Reminiscing in yesteryear as I turn back the clock
And persuade the silence of amour to talk
As conversations of yore ridicule and mock.

When passage ......

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...Note the golden morning sun, red and orange, blue aeonian sky
Silver reflections of moonlight cast on dead of night still waters
Window light that shines so bright welcoming you at night
The way y......

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...After we met
I thought we really had something,
Really hit it off.
It wasn’t the words we spoke,
The easy fluorescent trail they made.
Maybe it was the Japanese lantern
Glowing over your bare s......

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...When the sky mimics an illusory highway,  
  camouflaged in colors of confusion,  
    crowded with contrasts of chaos,  
I stand stranded    at the crossroads,  
   draped in   distorted resolut......

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...Cityscape

The artist’s hand reshapes yesterday
    In straight lines
    Of hard edges -
Peaks of 
    Right angles perfected
    Missing oblique or obtuse –
Claiming the horizon
    In ful......

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...T i m e stops for no one,
as searing seconds swerve
through seasonal squalls,
thawing frost that sleeps upon
the necks of onyx roses,
where pain is etched in skeletal sins~
across pruned plumes......

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...The flames of the furnace (well-travelled by wind
slowly glazing the rags of gray women chagrined
at the sight of a hair fleeing tresses now thinned) 
sometimes billow like waves flooding naves th......

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...Was it all that long ago
  when we drove thru the streets,
Singing those crazy drinking songs
  that you taught me?
Oh, how I wish for those days again
  when the boulevards came easily.
Our vo......

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...i dip my pen into the ocean of helpless
fluids searching for hopeful cravings
and my blood has rippled in a thousand torrents of expectations...

but do you know that my lungs has torn,shattered ......

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...Searching For Nothing


I like holidays when nothing is celebrated.
The streets are empty and Pigeons burst from cover
as I walk down wide boulevards, eagerly searching solitude.

No buses, no......

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...Genteel parade cascades in white trimmed linked,
though these blues, twenty-meter, inlander
also impressive, broad stretched branch, distinct
crown more stable. The Blue Jacaranda,
has smooth bar......

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...I have travelled through the cluttered corridors of my tired mind countless times. 
I have reached deep into the dark abyss of my captive soul and in that profoundly disturbing darkness, I went sear......

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...
I would like a dream vacation,
     Paris is my destination;
For me this would be a delight,
          I am ready to book a flight.

I will walk the wide boulevards,
     And sneak a peek......

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...Listen to the wisdom, oozing from the wheezing  woods, 
Whimpering in euphony, far from the bustling boulevards,
Crooning, mumbling mellow chirping soothing strains. 
The warbling of the warbles, ......

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