Best Pour Poems

Note:  In 1976, Richard Clayderman (real name Philippe Pagès) received a telephone call from a well-known French record producer, who was looking for a pianist to record a gentle piano ballad. Paul had composed this ballad as a tribute to his newborn second daughter...

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Aimeriez vous une chevaline rouge 
Composée de sucre d’orge?
(would you like a red horse made of barley sugar?)
Vous pourriez faire la race de
Plaines aux tires d’eponge.
(you could race across sponge toffee plains)
Vous amènera à un bosquet d’arbres
Faites de réglisses à la menthe
Ou des bariolé jujubes...

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Washing away drab, dour and rotting elements,
falling rains cleanse our earth anew.
Sunlight returns to beam upon fresh, crisp nature.
I have begged the rain to pour newness on me,
but never does it heed my plea or grace my need.
Rain, I desperately beseech, please, as a cloud...

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Note: This is not a poem, just a riddle :)


Pour Juliette Girardot

Si vous me donnez 1000 essaie
Si vous me donnez 1000 valses
La réponse que je donnerai
Ca sera toujours la même
J’ai besoin mais une seule essaie!
Jacques Brel

La chanson "La Valse a mille temps"

Je pense qu'il n'y...

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I shall not fear of parching for your drop or two is enough
Even a tear would quench more than my lip, my soul
Cry me thrice, laugh me once
Leap more, tiptoe less
Break this earthen vessel if you wish
Just don’t leave a love song behind
For it will...

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POUR SOUL
				Shivering and naked,
Crying,crying and its in the night, 
Mamma and poppa happy for the new born, 
Earth and heaven celebrating for the new guest,
But the guest got the danger ahead.

You bastard,you ain't my blood,
Go die in another place and live my blood alone, 
Stupid...

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Pour your heart out
Pour it and see
Something inside
That is longing to be

Something is ripe
Something you need
Something you planted
Is going to seed

Love is the garden
That grows in the heart
Plant it and share it
To make a fresh start

Sweat is the swagger
That waters the weeds
Love is the kindness
That...

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I am dead to many, a few are dead to me.
I am forgotten 
by young women in green silk sarongs.

Some of the dead have taken vows of silence
lips forever sealed with amnesia.

I have fished Koi ponds for the sun,
drunk the passions of dreaming girls
as if...

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Pour love everywhere
Veer fairy lilies gently
Thrilling spring’s beauty

Plant white carnation
Daisies are chanting “Holy”
Freeing harmony

Pour love everywhere
Palm branches cuddle lily
Wine is spring’s honey 

Plant dwarf gladiolus
A rosy crown is homey
Fairy’s sketch pretty.
By: Nadia Shahwan. This poem "Pour Love" won an honorable mention in June
2009, then became...

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Pour the wine! 
Pour the wine! 
Pour the wine! 
Everything is fine.
When we pour the wine.
All the grapes.
From a very fine vine.
A glass for me.
A glass for you.
A glass for anybody.
Who ever wanted to..
Pour the wine! 
Pour the wine! 
Pour the wine! 
Open the gate.
Our...

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Un poème pour mon pays

Chère patrie

Le berceau de races
Vous êtes parmi les nombreuse
Avec une grande diversité de vue 
Dans ce mulâtre des langues occidentales

Oh grand triangle!
Tu te lèves et te couches
Comme les marées océaniques
Dans ce beau paysage
En patois et en cultures

Dis-moi que tu n'es pas...

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POETRY POUR

Tangled and tailored mind mines
  yielding schemes of lyrics chants.
Epic cadence aide memoires
    as fragments inked to stelaes
  beginning poetry birth..

Canons animated germs
  sprouting better verse meiosis.
Struggles ravel block strong concepts
  among rituals to bonny
  ...

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Seemed too shy-

To articulate

In flash,

 

She squealed

Beyond phoning:

The business between us-

Is agonizing,

 

Search for bona fide,

A suitable beloved-

"Pour tous les jours"

 

Hang around!

Do not kill the whole toy.

Regarding these words

I will answer:

 

“Long time ago,

I did not think of you.

Initiatory, 

I disliked this affair”

 

Seemed...

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The sky swallows days..
                       
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Red lights in the western window
Five hundred feet and counting
The continuous pour
Of 1975 or was it 76
Appearing over the hill top
Like Kilroy
Only still here

The pipes bringith
The pipes taketh away
Gas in exchange for steam
Steam in exchange  for power
Power in exchange
For someone else's money
While the left...

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