Best Eiffel Poems
THE EIFFEL TOWER
In the city of light their aspire
Was to build to a climax higher
Gustave Eiffel you see
Said just leave it to me
I can satisfy all your desire
Monsieur Eiffel seen with affection
By Dames de Paris for perfection
Of his manner de Gaul
Mais plus ca most of all
For his grand magnifique **ection
21 April 2020
I opened my love to a beautiful day,
In rain, in hail, and cold,
And my heart ran off, to your open arms,
To grasp, to nurture and hold,
With love on your pillars, reaching up high,
Above all the love in the town,
My heart, in your arms, played like a child,
Played with what it had found,
And that was a freedom for happy and fun,
Freedom to do what I do,
To be a red balloon in a cluster of black,
As I happily walk beside you,
Now, since our bubble of free is secure,
We can turn our colours up bright,
And we can become the rainbow of fun,
The beautiful rainbow at night.
Euphoria in a lilac haze of love blossoms ~ the world askew!
Gustave Eiffel's tower's an eyeful.
The view from its top makes me stifle
a gasp when I look down.
My stomach flips around;
I might just lose it in a trifle.
On the Champ de Mars
(Beehive of activity)
Stands an engineering feat
Of latticed design
Ridiculed architecture
That survives the test of time.
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Form structure: 5-7-7-5-7-7
A 6 line Choka
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Sponsor: Dr. Ram Mehta
Placed: 6th
THE EIFFEL FINGER
After
The Avalanche
Of Bullets in France,
I held My red sore heart
In both My hands. The darkest shadows were questioned...
What Shall We do now?
Amour Vous les uns les autres plus.
You love Each other more.
Plus D'amour.
More Love.
Amour
-Edlynn Nau
11-14-2015
Love has no border.
A poem of love
for to embellish
a soul accomplished.
They are songs
that exist
between two persons
who love each other.
A world done
with love and tenderness.
Beauty of Paris rising high
Such massive latticework is seen
At night a golden color's view
Three levels given public's try
Restaurants on levels are keen
This tower's sight could be for you
~*~
iridescent rainbow hue of alluring view
heart's living essence now in screw
whole unscathed life is in glue
her name is no clue ...
oh love, love, love
like white manoeuvring dove
vagabonding in sense being's above
fate and will - hearts' soul shove ...
you're a scented exquisite flower
petals of warmth's dew in shower
a lady as comely and refined as the Eiffel Tower
I'm a beau, a secret lover ...
you're the effulgent golden daystar in my vague murky dusk
you're the incessant driblets of rain in my ghastly drought's mask
you're the sculpted key that opens my obscure, nebulous life's door
now, no query - " I LOVE YOU " , please don't ask WHY no more.
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A Redneck Visits the Eiffel Tower
By Elton Camp
I hadn’t never been over to that Paris before
And I shore don’t care to go there no more
Most of those folks look like some sorta kook
And they all talk in this strange gobbley-gook
Them Frenchies, they call it the City of Light
And I have to admit they’s got that part right
But that tall tower that they like to brag about
If they’ll ever get it finished, I have my doubt
They started building it over a hundred years ago
But only got as far as the iron framework though
They better get some walls added to that thing
If they expect that any rent it’s going to bring
It’s tall enough that it could have a lot of floors
It would hold a bunch of apartments and stores
Unless they close it in, that iron’s gonna rust
Then whoever’s stalling around will get cussed
If in building it, they are never gonna get through
Then it seems to me there’s only one thing to do
I can’t see how there can be any really good excuse
Not to tear it down and give that iron a good use
My mouth is weak in gape
That night my eyes in gawp
The night of war in memory
Horrendous ISIS brought Paris.
Horror! The world in anguish
Bataclan Theatre in despair
Before Eiffel shrieked in anguish
The dead, maimed, the innocents
The glints of Eiffel now in glitch
Begrimed! 13th of eleventh month
As bodies in bags she sees
But cry not further, Eiffel
Borders shall be in open
Eiffel shall tower and smile
Bow not shall we to them
Cowards, men in dark visitations
Be like red roses
Sold at the Eiffel Tower
Loves tender moments
Russell Sivey
A dream for many a watch for some
The Olympic journey, Here it comes!!
It was in Paris, few days ago
It rushed a shiver from the head to the toe.
Flags carried through the Seine river
The horse was galloping in the water, even the ring of the high jumper
In the city of love, the flag was hoisted upside down
And all witnessed by the mighty Eiffel Tower.
Starting with the game of Pole Vault
A game not known to many by default
Mondo Duplantis broke the world record
Not only was it the world’s but it was also his own record.
Next is the pride of India, in shooting
Manu Bhaker with double bronze, proving
that doctor and engineer are not the only professions for a women.
Creating history for India on many levels.
Gymnastics is a sport that cannot be forgotten
It was a display of skill and expression.
Simon Biles and Jordan Chiles bow down to the gold medalist,
Showing sportsmanship with a twist.
It was time for the Pakistani athlete to prove his nation’s worth
Arshad Nadeem with a throw of life or death
Creating the new Olympics record in the world of Javelin
Leaving the previous champion with a silver.
For India the well-deserved gold was in question, Sports isn’t all colors
The event of wrestling brought lot of tears
Vinesh Phogat was into the finals
But 100 grams put her back in spirals.
The sport of badminton was not far off
Lakshya Sen with a heartbreaking rip off
Defeating many unexpected, to play the bronze medal match
But placing 4th after almost creating history.
The journey of many ends here
Like Mutaz Barshim who had the gold near
But, is satisfied being the bronze winner
For he is the most decorated high jumper.
The gold dreams of the Indian hockey team thrives
But the journey of Sreejesh, the goalkeeper revives.
The team walks away with bronze
Not only making India proud but also the “state” of Kerala.
A dream for many a watch for some
The Olympic journey, Here it goes!!
It shall last in memories for all, but
it has now left a magnificent show.
Aliya Nujum Navaz
The 1990s were a great time when various artists from every European country made it to the music scene, including B*Witched and Spice Girls. As a matter fact, all of us Americans love their songs like "C est La Vie," "Spice Up Your Life," "What Is Love," "Blue (Da Ba Dee)," etc. Eiffel 65, Atomic Kitten, Play, the A*Teens, and any other European music artist have brought a lot of satisfaction to all of us American music fans and to every radio outlet right here in the United States of America, including Los Angeles, California. And add to the list of European recording artists, Dido Armstrong and S Club 7 are still the best. I may have some of their albums or not, but just like any American music fan, I'm also their biggest fan, even to this day. Those were the good days when every music superstar from Europe (including Ireland, Italy, Sweden, and the United Kingdom) had their songs played on the radio stations before and after school and we just listen to them on a daily basis ("Gotta Tell You" by Samantha Mumba, "Bouncing Off The Ceiling (Up Side Down)" by the A*Teens, "The Tide Is High (Get The Feeling)" by Atomic Kitten, for example) and we dance to those jams every single days. Well, those were the elementary school days, the junior high school days, and the high school days. But frankly, no one makes good music like B*Witched or Liberty X right now. I'd that's the case, then we, all of us American music fans, will always remember this era as the modern-day version of the British Invasion-nay-the European Invasion.
The Eiffel Tower stabbed at a midnight
as blue as an old Muddy Waters track.
From a distance, its lace-iron skeleton
looked like a slick and oily spider-web
crowned with a glittering neon diamond.
(My Grandmère's home is across the street from it).
“Do you want to go climb it?” I’d asked Peter (my bf).
“Naah,” he’d replied, “too crowded - what’s next?”
We’ve been tourist-ing all of the big Paris sights.
As we night cruised the Seine, the rivière looked dark
and perilous - a phthalo-green snake slithering north
westerly at six times the speed of the Nile.
We took a guided tour of the Louvre - it’s a crowded
fortress and you can’t see the Mona Lisa up close.
We day-toured the palace at Versailles, with its ghosts
of past grandeurs and revolutionary, royal beheadings.
The Arc de Triomphe is just an unsafe round-about.
As we Uber’d around it, I turned to Peter saying,
“Joke time: What’s more dangerous:
a shark or an American driver in a Paris traffic circle?”
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Paris la nuit = Paris at night
Muddy Waters was a singer and musician - a delta blues man considered the "father of Chicago blues." Chicago blues was electrified, hard driving and drum backed. The Rolling Stones took their name from one of his songs. He was the original “Hoochie Coochie Man."