Du Poems - Poems about Du

A void within me calls wanting only what I've never had, but I've always seen. The taste of a possession so illegal, It's to die for. as literal and figurative as the jaws of the idea itself surrounding and consuming me. Oh, I've seen it. The ecstasy of true bliss multiplied only their best moments. The promise of nostalgia and a feeling of home. An easiness...

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For years I refused to drink beer, any beer, awful stuff to my taste. When I did, though, rare as it was, it was only to “fit in” – and to avoid snide and unflattering remarks from friends when I didn’t.. Beer has a long history reaching back to the days of the pharoahs. Even the artisans who...

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The door opens, but I am not the new Mrs. de Winter, just an awkward shadow slipping into normalcy, where words are thicker than hardcovers— silence clinging like dust to the spines of books with torn out pages. I wander, but do not answer. The air is full of Maxim’s secrets, dreadful weights of things unsaid— longings for something that has slipped through time. A...

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A cockroach did some backstrokes in Clyde's soup He was quite alarmed and thrown for a loop The waiter said no sweat Sir, there's no need to fret He...

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Denn wenn ich entscheid ne nachricht zu schreib, hat es eine absicht für meinen abtuptem sein, ,,Wie solln die das denn jetzt wissn?" Gute frage du sagst, denkste ich habs nicht selber mal gefragt?! Denn ich hass es selbst das ich die taste drück, manchmal komm ich schroff durch die haut der leute wie eine mück. Aber ich wollt doch nur...

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Je t’aime La mélodie Elle l’a jouée précise Son cœur lui permet De vous l’admettre La vie, elle la voix si belle L’amitié vous devrez la voir en elle Vous ne la traitez pas bien Vous lui donnerez du chagrin Plus precieuse encore Mes bras lui rend du comfort Sans ennuies Elle prie Elle vous pardonne Elle ne déteste personne Si vous pouvez voir si loin Tendresse de sa main Ses larmes Epargne Brave...

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Devrais-je feindre l'ignorance pour cacher mes sentiments, Ou devrais-je vraiment m'en soucier, incapable de feindre? Tant de courage pour affronter l'inconnu, Pourtant muet devant elle, le cœur en peine. Qui est-elle, demandez-vous, avec ce sourire éclatant, Oui, elle en effet, une vision si divine, Dans le couloir, je l'ai contemplée un moment, Avec des cheveux comme...

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Matsuo Basho My brother, it’d snowed so much That the Sun had died. Poems are vital For a better Society Du Fu is happy. Su Shi is proud too Yes, Poetry is important For the Universe. Copyright © December 2023, Hébert Logerie, all rights reserved. Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems. ...

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"soupe du jour" oignon français la normandie c'est what? say, "oui!"...

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the sun begins to melt from flaxen to canary~ ...

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distant stars on a distant horizon - it beckons me...

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“La fin du monde” The fragrance that makes you pop in all the best places no need for bikini nude etat liberte un amourette experimentum crucis 500 Years Eau de Protection holy water ad libitum ghost in the shell (LadyLabyrinth / 2022) What it’s like to experience a nuke in virtual reality – paradise VR/ T Rusky https://youtu.be/vfvGBW_slUI PARADISE https://youtu.be/ShZGwgFmzoI La Fin du Monde – “How Will it Smell”...

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The sexiest woman alive That knows her worth Alexa What a grace Skin so delicate and fair Green eyes silky blonde hair A romantic charismatic soul Beautiful blonde of the Year Most photogenic nymphomaniac Perfect ambiance in casting couch Alexa grace La Belle Du BaL... Poem By Abad Ur Rehman Khan......

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I’ve been single for all of my life, But not because I wanted to be. I’ve always wanted to be a wife, But it just hasn’t happened for me. I look at others who are married And often wonder how they got there. It’s not that I have to be carried, But I do want someone who will care. What do I have...

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My life as a woman is not defined by being married, Nor is it defined by me being a wife. I hope that I’m remembered long after I’m dead and buried And for WHO I was and HOW I lived my life....

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