Best Foreign Language Poems

Merde!
Nous sommes a la plage
Is all I can remember how to say.
Merde!
Was back in the (high-schoolish) day
when French was all the rage.
Merde!
Nous sommes a la plage.

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HA!  And I actually got admitted to college!...

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Sanskrit sweeping bronze and spine
riddled there when you were mine
underneath the spice and sun
cinnamon skin and sleepy rum

Now the wind has blown the words
riddled once and then disturbed
blown to dust and settled seas
salt and brined the lurid breeze....

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My lips are sealed 
Tightened by pain
Locked with secrets 

Perhaps I should tell you...
My life and my memories,
My troubles and struggles.

I could teach you a thing or two,
Respect, loyalty and class,
The 1950's and the 1960's.

If you want to know my dear-
Watch closely.
Look beyond the tears...

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Who ever came up with falling in love, 
Letting one person be the apple of our eye, the one who makes us smile, the light and joy of our world. 
Who made hearts so fragile, easily shattered with a harsh word or action. 
Who had...

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Have you heard any body speak in foreign language,
and compared it to the growl of a tiger,
or even the bark of a dog,
both weigh the same,
they are unintelligible sounds,
the only difference is that,
you know it is the human,
who spake with self interest in full,
and the...

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   When I speak a foreign language
       I cross my eyes and dot my teas

   Little wonder I substitute ~
               ...

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her foreign language
rubbed my chest to 
empty my lungs of recent
smog. glazed eyes begging her
to close them.    to help.
     
         each word danced 
its rhythm, silhouetting
mockingbirds pace their
movement into my
ears....

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Listening to my grandma speak Dutch wondering what kind of language it was...

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Ma langue française n'est pas assez bonne pour 
te dire ce que je veux tellement à dire. 
Les mots sont nécessaires pour tout l'amour, 
surtout pour le français: il va tiédir 
sans confessions très chaudes. Les belles paroles 
dédiées à ta beauté et les mots...

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What Love commands the train fulfills, 

The six thirty bounds to Coney Island 

Where the green Ubers awaits the passengers 

Morning greetings, (Urdu) of few words, were the 

 

Pakistan, rules Mermaid Street with the neon green 

Were too mama? where too, two dollars: 

A...

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