Femmes Fatales
As dusk gives way, a great delight
The forest comes alive
At first, it's slow
Now off they go
They flourish, nay, they thrive!
The motivating force, the drive
Behind the wondrous glow
To find a mate
A longing sate
But little do they know
She, flightless, hungry, blinks below
Does not have long to wait
Her throbbing light
His lucky night
His first and final date
Not all seems
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Categories:
femmes, betrayal, nature, romance,
Form: Other
Aux Femmes Et Hommes Qui Ont Seme
Le jour à se rappeler
Mon Dieu avec guidance
Un moment de silence
Nous rendons notre respect
Vos souvenirs sans regret
Dieu nous relève
Terminer la grève
Jésus est venue sauver
Ses petits souliers non oubliés
Dans nos coeurs remplis d'amour
Dieu voilà à votre secours
Le sentiment de mon coeur
Vous apportera notre bonheur
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Categories:
femmes, blessing, devotion, faith, friendship
Form: Free verse
Enthusiasm of the Femmes
Enthusiasm personified in the form of a woman
Whose tempeh is renown and soybeans are groov’n.
The femmes of the wild streets are cheering for joy
Welcoming each mother of each girl and boy
Excitement parades in the streets as the femmes love their day
We peons stay back, cautiously clearing their jubilant way.
There is singing and dancing, as we
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Categories:
femmes, women,
Form: Rhyme
Poems About Femmes
Digging down deep for some poetic gems
So far I've found only poems about femmes
The kind that prance
Wearing no pants
Just love 'em all, and I mean no offence
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Categories:
femmes, girl,
Form: Limerick
Poems About Les Femmes
POEMS ABOUT FEMMES
Digging down deep for some poetic gems
So far I've found only poems about les femmes
The kind that prance
Wearing no pants
Just love 'em all, I sure mean no offence
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Categories:
femmes, women,
Form: Limerick
Femmes Fatale of the Catacombs - Mssr L'Vampyre
FEMMES FATALE OF THE CATACOMBS -Monsieur L'Vampyre
Beneath the gloom of Paris streets
where death's the only game to play;
the light of Heaven never meets
in time of night nor time of day;
down in the catacombs I roam
and here I call this dark my home.
in search of femmes lost
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Categories:
femmes, art, paris,
Form: I do not know?