Best Rouge Poems

I awaken; the darkened skies my alarm clock
I reek of whiskey, scotch and pastis
Tumbling out of bed, I reach for a cigarette
The dusk harkens as I rise to ply my trade

I am embodied inside a one room flat
The nightlife and the ladies both coming to...

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brewing divinity
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Moulin Rouge

The greens and pinks magnetize to my eye
Like flowers abloom, in a field espied
That overwhelms creation’s invention
With beauty of grandiose dimension,
Shifting to the wind’s orchestrated movements,
And winks my soul agape by the performance
To be delighted by the extravaganza presented.

To see the hand, relax in...

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Lets go to Paris' finest venue.
Lets go enjoy the ride.
Where the skirts fly high,
and the gentlemen dressed in black tie.

Follow me behind the red curtain.
Experience this life.
Where the dancers entertain you,
and there's no strife.

Venez au Moulin Rouge,
and be apart what you dreamed of.
Feathers that drift,...

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Cambodia
Prison camp S-21
Angkar kills but does not explain

your blood bleeds into my veins
so I can feel your pains
whatever god you pray to
beg for deliverance.
in the good old USA we are
unaware of unseen suffering.
Usually but not always.
we met at a wedding and
you shared your story
in broken...

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"50 Words for Poe: Rouge"



Rouge, sweet stains
the bleeding mouth of the brain
Green poison from 
the tongue of envy a postal note from Hell

Rouge makes a bed
with an enemy
Knife slices the insipid pale
in the bucket lies Hell's abysmal fail

Rouge, dances in 3 inch sharp knives
Rouge, slices...

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(Aieee! We Gon’ Pass A Good Time Yeah Cher …Enjoy et Laisez les bons temps rouler)


Haricot was tall and quite lean
In English they would call him String Bean
Haricot would often travel down the Bayou
by way of pirogue to visit with his sister Sue  

Every...

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MICE AND ME by Jeanette Jones (01.11.2016)
based on PORTRAIT NO 8
L'Enfant au Tablier Rouge, 1886 by Berthe Morisot



MICE AND ME 

Inside my lonely room, I dream. 
Old man winter’s stamped his mark 
across the fields and mountain tops. 

The faint breeze through my window, 
allows...

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La vie est rouge comme ton coeur
plein de passion et d'excitation
avec l'amour comme cerise sur le gâteau
et le bonheur est la crème glacée ......

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Moulin Rouge

The Moulin Rouge of minds is intertwined with mine, 
And though my heart denies my soul aligns alive.

The opera always soaring, the show it must go on,
Yet little voices in my head shout push on, push on, push on.

Tossle feathers flash, skirts in black...

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Once upon a time in a city called Paris in France, there was a young boy named Michel.
He had been called from the country to live with his grandmother in the city.


Since he was new to the area, he would go shopping with the aged...

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O sunflower Helianthus thy Name
The internet for Writing, strange game
My love for Helianthus Annuus, came
With Morning Muse. then CONFUSE-ion
Not on the site, lost in cyberspace
Meanwhile new cultivars of sunflower
Are amazingly done in the US
God be praised for flowers, that give and give
Yes, an annual, dies...

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They as some say, you can't help it when your in love...
Where passion pours uninhibited her ? Free flowing from
A heart's quill: brush the canvas virgin white; gossamer scenes
In candlelight; quantum dreams their no surprise: love's rendezvous 
Balanced beams his moon she shines; twined these...

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In my younger youth, this color was sort of appalling for me.  I did not fancy nails with decorations.  I was not raised around it.  Now I prefer to have black nails or some kind of warrior looking paint.
A friend of mine...

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The night time went rouge
Wouldn't you know
Stepped out of the dark
Hitting the road
Finding out how
To weave in and out
From the still of itself
Without any doubt

I took a-hold of the night
Read it its Rights
Don't come again
Till after day light
This sneaking you do
Round about noon
Really is not
Very...

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