Best Elle Poems


Elle Et La Vie

She Walks
With
The sun, 

Like a sunflower.
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Elle Et La Lune

She is on the moon, 


I see her every
Full moon.
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Premium Member My Sweet Elle


I cannot speak her lauguage and nor can she speak mine
But that presents no barrier for we get on just fine
She knows when l am unwell and senses when I'm down
Then snuggles up beside me until I lose that frown
She loves me with no limits and purrs when I am near
Elle is my sweet fur baby and oh so very dear

Written May 10 2022


Elle Lee and Bumble Bee - Nursery Rhyme

There was a lovely child named Elle Lee
whose very best friend was a bumblebee.
They met one day in a field of clover
Bumble Bee buzzed and flew right over.

He was surprised to see Elle Lee's wings.
She said, "Faeries have wonderful things."
But Elle Lee didn't like her curly red hair
and covered it up so no one would stare.

Bumble Bee said, "Your curls are divine.
the same color as strawberries on a vine."
She took off her scarf and set her curls free
Shouting happily, "WHOOPEE!  WHOOPEE!"



March 24, 2021
Nursery Rhyme 3 Contest
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Premium Member Oui Elle

 the cosmos slow maybe stop
unexpected passions flare-up

how soft to the touch this moment is

i swim in its nucleus but at a-crawl
absorb what feels like the universe 

it simmers within me to a boil   
immediately -uploading to my
flash drive my internal library

with hickory-shelves and -leather-bound books 
with strong spines would stand the test of time

many pages with more than a few 
bits and bites of past experiences

our union warm lit without a doubt a part of me
you steal my lips bound to my heart as they are

as we link our 
hearts-merge 

in sync we say
“so this is love”

and indeed it-is
spend the night 

safely intertwined in each other’s -hold
the first moment of our lifetime shared

armand ~

Elle

These  hills  give
Life  , protection  ,assurance ,  love
Comfort  , balance , warmth .

Hanging  there always
To  flow  when  need  be ,
Changing when  necessary ,
Prim o: Yellow,
Se condo :  white.

The  coming  of  the  feeder ,
Is laborious, nine months  inside  the  carrier .

Two  hills  they  are,
The bond  is  instant ,
The  binding  force  automatic ,
Designed  by  nature.

The  feeder minutes  old ,
Feeds  from  the  ready  flowing hills .

The  romance  transcends  six to twelve  months,
Generous  proprietor  ,is  the hill owner to the feeder


Premium Member A Villain-Elle

A Villain-elle

The House, the Senate, the Judiciary…with heroes like these…who needs villains.


John G. Lawless
©2/17/2019

Elle the Encounter

The radiation, the charm
His luck     , natural
Like a broadband waves
It swept her instantly
His presence  sent  her  to
A world of  reverie.

Caught in a web of love
In her dream world, she
Was ready to give her
All ever  flowing  love .

like the river Nile, is to humanity
she saw him as her 
symbol  of unity, power
fulfillment, protection,
riches and freedom.

He was her Eiffel tower
Yes her statue of liberty
Whose real conception was
Changed by those who
   

Felt humiliated to see  a  black
Woman standing in the center
Of AMERICA.
So too she forgot he was
Still a mystery , a total stranger
To her.

Elle Et Ma Vie

She is an indefinables
Ocean.

I am following her
With the heart of an indefatigable boat.
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Premium Member Elle, My Belle Ballerina

Not yet as graceful as the swan she shall be
but charming and delightful is Eloise to me.
Trying her best to stay en pointe on tiny toes,
focusing on pirouettes, she wiggles her nose.

Still a bit shy when she knows others are looking.
A few years more until The Royal Ballet's booking.
This petite ballerina twirls in circles all around
in her leotard and tutu or in her pink nightgown.
© Lin Lane  Create an image from this poem.

Elle

She, 

                                                                         The reddish moon
at the sun set; 
                      

                            Far, behind the horizon, 
                                                                                    Warm.

                                                                       With Heavy sleeping
eyes and
                                                     The awakenings glance.

She, 


                                      The soft timid poem
The drunken beauty
                                                                Of the fog
                  
         
                                                The caring sparking fire
 
                                                                    Calming down the
notorious beast
 
                 She, 
                        The thunder
                             The miracle rain
                                 The green land merging
                                           From ice fissures 

                                                                                     She, 
                                                                           
                                                           The profound seas

                                                                       The soft water ocean
The promising desert


                                                          She, 

                                                                     The language

                                                                                 The
zillions future names
                     The universe thousand secretes



She, 

                                                            The woman

                                                I adore, 
                                                I worship, 

                      And I protect, 


                                                  She is my temple and my shelter.
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Elle

She is, 

                                                          The reddish moon at the sun set; 
                      

                       Far, behind the horizon, 
                                                 Warm and tender,

                                                             With a heavy sleeping eyes and
                                                     The awakenings glance.

She is, 


                                      The soft timid poem
The drunken beauty
                                                                Of the fog,
                  
         
                                                The caring sparking fire 
 
                                        Calming down the notorious beast.
 
                 She is, 
                        The thunder,
                             The miracle rain, and
                                 The green land merging
                                           From ice fissures.

                                                                                     She is, 
                                                                           
                                                           The profound seas,

                                                                       The soft water
ocean, and
The promising desert,


                                                          She is, 

                                                                     The language,

                                                      The zillions future names, and
                     The universe thousand secretes



She is, 

                                                            The woman

                                                I adore, 
                                                I worship, 

                      And I protect, 


                                                  She is my temple and my shelter.
© Atef Ayadi  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member Jack - 'Elle' Is In Tim Hortons

she be...
wait-dressed
to serve...
the late-stressed

try her
...sugar sweetened...
dark roast
...andt...
double espresso
...all with a...
table trot


stans sand
© Sand Blown  Create an image from this poem.

Elle Amour

No Other Can Compare To The Sweetness In Your Smile.
I Breathe In Your Scent And Let The Fragrance That Clings
To Your Body Take Me To Ecstacy.
Your Taste Lingers On My Lips And Makes Me Quiver At The 
Very Thought Of Your Touch.
I Draw My Fingers Down Your Body Searching Every Curve And
Knowing Every Break And Line In Your Canvas.
Your Eyes, Darker Than Amber Yet More Ravishing
Than Beauty Itself, Captivate Me.
The Shape Of Your Face And The Curve Of Your Lips Astound Me.
Leaving Me Speechless As I Beg The Rosy Colour And Smooth
Texture To FulFill My Wants And Needs.
I've Longed For You For So Long. And At Last With You I Breathe My Love.

Avant-Bras Superior Coupe

5 CUPS OF FLOUR
1 PACKAGE OF YEAST
1 TEASPOON OF SALT
5 TABLESPOONS OF MELTED BUTTER
4 EGGS
3 tablespoons OF vanilla EXTRACT
2 & 1/2 CUPS OF BUTTERMILK
MIX TOGETHER AND ALLOW TO DOUBLE IN SIZE

ADD
 1 CUP OF MASHED SWEET POTATOES(OR PUMKIN MASHED)
1/2 CUP OF TOASTED ALMONDS
1/2 CUP OF RASAINS
1/4 CUP OF MASHED BANNANAS 
3/4 CUPS OF UNCOOKED OATS
1 TABLESPOON OF CINNAMMON
1 TABLESPOON OF MACE
MIX WELL
AND MAKE WAFFLES 
SERVE WITH
FREID CHICKEN

PRAGRAZ'S CHICKEN
4 CHICKEN BREAST
CUT INTO HALFS
MAKES EIGHT PEICES.
(SPRINKLE CHICKEN WITH 1 TABLESPOONS OF CAYEENE PEPPER,PAPRIKA,GARLIC POWDER )
1 CUP OF SEASONED FLOUR
1 CUP OF BREAD CRUMBS
EGG WASH ( 4 EGGS 1 CUP OF MILK)
FOLLOW BASIC BATTERING PROCEDURE
FRY IN 3 CUPS OF COCONUT OIL
OR HALF COCNUT OIL AND HALF OLIVE OIL
SERVE WITH WAFFLES
AND 
MAPLE SYRUP
OR SUBSITUTE CHICKEN FOR LEAN PORK

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