Du Poems - Poems about Du

...Sometimes writing poetry is my mistake, Better to embark on a large cargo ship, Which will take you to Tahiti or Honolulu, Better give candy to a blue-eyed schoolgirl, Sometimes writing poetry ......Read the rest...

...It's because of ya ya ya you I'm ashamed to be wa wa wa white Don't be sus sus sus suprised If I don't fa fa fa forgive you or f f f fight All I can sa sa sa say is ga ga ga go castrate yourself ......Read the rest...

...(inspired by ‘Dusty Rose Dreaming’ by poet vb) We’re powdered city girls heading into a club, bright orchids entering the hothouse spreading fun with noblesse oblige, qua somethings su......Read the rest...

...I don’t know if owning a beautiful home, Facing the sea, makes happy, There are people who do not manage their thoughts, And that makes them dangerous, There are people who are convinced That ......Read the rest...

... "Their World" Of course, there was no re-assurance from them that they would respond to the message I had sent. Morning had arrived. The day had commenced as any other, unravelling ......Read the rest...

... I melt into the plural sky its rippling tableaus of tomorrow underneath open light waves see-saws the labyrinth like Delphi tendrils crossing channels all the changing faces played automati......Read the rest...

...No, my friend Paul, it’s not about saying everything, And we do not lack time, But the point is to say what you love, to love what you say, Like a saxophone solo in a New York club, To say that......Read the rest...

...Peter (my bf) and I were in Paris, about three weeks ago (I was on Spring break, he was on vacation from work). ‘Headstart for Happiness,’ by ‘the Style Council,’ was playing low somewhere. “This i......Read the rest...

...There are things, Gaëlle, that are pretty good Say hello to her mom every day, Say hello to the nice weather vane, Listen to the trains in the countryside, There are things Gaëlle, that are so ......Read the rest...

...Mama has left She is no longer alive She left Mother Earth She is in the cemetery Mom is further on She is, here and there, really Mother is gone And no longer here With us, under the sun Mo......Read the rest...

...O the taste of the first strawberry, Wake up Marie Gaëlle, smile at me, Your eye shines like a shooting star, Pick the strawberry, crunch the strawberry, Your tongue melts like ice, Your tongue,......Read the rest...

...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 cœu......Read the rest...

...How long will it take you, poet? To understand that poetry does not replace love? To understand, that everyone eventually falls out of their chair? How long will it take you, poet? To cross t......Read the rest...

...I write only for you, Not for the king, so smart, Not for Paris, Not for the mirrors of the sky, I only write for you. I do not write for the abbot Who weeps before God, I don’t write for th......Read the rest...

...I would like to be twelve million kilometers away From this stupid town, I’d like to be in Minnesota, To burn all my poems in your hungry eyes, I want to get away from those raptors that steal my ......Read the rest...