Best Comme Poems

White like the snow

Ice stiffened limbs
Reaching out
No saviors about

Snow flakes in the wind
I reached and reached and reached
Towards deaths cold hands

Never to see her again
I...

Read more of this work...

Starbright

As I gaze into indigo skies,
Stars are brighter tonight,
Twinkling in the darkness 
Of a new moon.
Orion's belt enchants 
My impassioned heart
As my thoughts of you...

Read more of this work...

Critics

Wrote a poem in the sand,
Wonder how it fares if left alone,
Will it bear on its own merits
Or juxtapose by meddling hands,
Meantime, sun-dries it again,
Wind...

Read more of this work...

Arrête

Écoutez l'oiseau qui n'est pas là
sentez le vent danser avec les branches des arbres
nues comme elle embrassent la lune
Touchez le ciel avec une larme

Bientôt
comme l'oiseau
qui...

Read more of this work...

je regarde
une dernière fois
ta photo
en touchant l’urne
avant d’éteindre la lumière
et comme à tous les soirs
je te dis bonne nuit
mon chéri
je t’aime

ce silence impitoyable
qui suit
il faudra...

Read more of this work...

Make as you feel it 
In the sense of your feel
Without forgetting sense

Fais comme tu le sens 
Dans le sens de tes sens 
Sans oublier...

Read more of this work...

like the moon that hugs the sky at night.
like a flower uncut that scents the garden bright
a rare one of a kind number
the warm embrace...

Read more of this work...

Arrête

Écoutez l'oiseau qui n'est pas là
sentez le vent danser avec les branches des arbres
nues comme elle embrassent la lune
Touchez le ciel avec une larme

Bientôt
comme l'oiseau
qui...

Read more of this work...

Since everything makes sense, I think,
What are the stars for?
It’s up to us to observe them,
To imagine why they shine,

Are they there, to make us...

Read more of this work...

Conquistador, for you, my queen,
I want to conquer your heart, cursed star
I want to possess your revolt, and all that is predicted tomorrow,
Conquistador, Conquistador,
I want...

Read more of this work...

There are things, Gaëlle, that are pretty good
Say hello to her mom every day,
Say hello to the nice weather vane,
Listen to the trains in the...

Read more of this work...

All you have to do is waiting,
To listen to the wind rumble,
Like poor elephants,
All you have to do is waiting,
Sealed in our rooms,
Praying for his...

Read more of this work...

Poet, Rich of my quiet cherry trees,
Of my peaceful lilacs like pink stones,
Rich in my willows in ardent prayer, prose,
I can finally think of your...

Read more of this work...

I write the sadness of the Brazilian forests, 
About modern centuries and glass cities,
Tattooed Indians who are murdered too,
For a handle of gold or green...

Read more of this work...

I can’t stop thinking,
That the earth is round, round
Like African women,
That the seagulls are white,
That dogs are crazy,
They bark at poets, writers,

I can’t stop thinking,
That...

Read more of this work...