France Poems - Poems about France

On the day four beasts fell… Their tails whipping the sky in smoke Consumed by their own fire Such commerce Brought down an ancient spire Little did the beasts care A mighty success 5 years prior When just one was saved From confusion and mire For as the cock crowed In a mourning flame If they would’ve recognized a sun They...

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These are translations of Voltaire, one of the world's most prolific, best and most influential writers. Voltaire, born François-Marie Arouet (1694-1778), was an amazingly prolific writer who produced works in nearly every literary genre, including poems, plays, novels and novellas, satires, parodies, essays, histories, Bible criticism, and even early science fiction! TRANSLATIONS OF VOLTAIRE EPIGRAMS AND...

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All the best to France, may her people stay strong Egalat'e and joi.' I wish you all the best From here out and on.'...

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The very first time I saw you, you became a part of me. It was a priceless moment that I will never forget. A little Kitten that was everything that I wanted in my life. I remember taking you home and setting up your area, buying you the healthiest treats it was only the best...

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There was a man from France Who was quite a handsome man Pursued by a cougar He tried to lose her But she still got in his pants!...

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A room full of optical illusions Hypnotized Sue, who shared her delusions Screaming ‘I’m the Queen of France’ Clothed only in underpants Revealing her twin buxom protrusions ...

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How lucky we are the Olympics Will be starting, this Friday, in France! After all this political trauma, We can wake from this terrible trance. We can focus on swimming and tennis, Gymnastics and polo and track. Cheer for volleyball, diving and cricket And not listen to pols talking smack. There’ll be fencing and judo and hockey And sailing and golf and lacrosse. Once the...

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How does it sound when Rimbaud rocks and Baudelaire has got the Blues? When Verlaine vibes to the beat and Apollinaire to arpeggios? Bistro Bohème tries to answer these questions! We are a French poetry band, all living together in the same Berlin flatshare. Please check us out on Spotify or YouTube :) Love, Bistro Bohème...

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Perhaps I was too weary, perhaps I slept too long, Now I must find my Army, but every turn seems wrong. "Where's Nancy?" My head is hurting, my feet are sore, and I really don't feel well. All I want is to find that...

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She walked along the promenade Joined by her dog She was so awfully glad Here, there were the rollerblades And all the tourists out in cascades It was down on the beach Where they joined the tide And the tumultuous heat Never, ever, left their side From the road There was a view That of the sea Its water - rich and blue The lifeguard...

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The most romantic city in the world the passenger next to me said Her girth had oozed into my seat too, for she was super corpulent I will fall in love, marry a rich Frenchman, live a life of luxury she said. I was eating a donut in the lobby of the airport when someone sneered at me American!...

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luna moth followed his favorite butterfly to Paris She said it was the only place to be in the spring they fit in well turquoise and green colors of France...

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Within his moment, I wouldn't change a thing, my life right now is earnt, I got here on my own merit, proud of all the things I've learnt. Oh but that thought of what if, what an offer! If I could have one more life, I'd live in a quaint cottage in Tuscany or France. Morning ritual of fresh brewed tea...

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Will of Tudela Whose zeal burned for the white wolves Against Languedoc's black lambs Nameless soul of gold Guided by heaven's muses Pitied the southern pastures Poem inspired by The Song of the Albigensian Crusade, a medieval epic poem written by two authors who had contrasting views of the crusade (explored in this Sedoka poem)....

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. 'Bout the thistles shrubs Faded log steps ...

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