France Poems - Poems about France

For our last day in Paris everyone went exploring on their own… before we took the train to London and most of us headed back home. Damien and Trista went back to London with us…but will stay there a few more nights… They’re going onthe Harry Potter tour and seeing some of London’s other sights. I have to add...

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happenstance or happy stance? fate so great, I do a dance magic of day makes me prance gorgeous day to live in France...

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Up today at 5:00 A. M….this was not by chance… We had to get up that to catch the 7:30 train to France. Paris to be exact…so with our packed suitcases in hand… we headed off to Paris…just as our Ooh La La tour guide planned. A note about Ooh La La Tours… When Bryan was planning the Paris part...

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Every day we’re making memories…we’re out in the world having fun… and every day, if I am lucky, I write a few lines about one… But with our suitcases and passports packed…and armed with Google translator For the next 10 days we’ll be making so many memories… I’ll have to write abut them later. We are celebrating Ava’s graduation Making memories...

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France… Listen!! You were once an empire — Your shadow stretching across continents, But not in love, not in light, Only in blood, only in brutality. You came not with gifts, But with guns and chains, Your hands red with conquest, Your heart void of remorse. I walked the fields of Algeria, And I saw them — Three women, Stripped of dignity, Breasts cut off by your soldiers, Their spirits...

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An amazing structure stands for centuries. Icon of France in Paris, the Eiffel Tower. Gem of the paintings, portraits and poetries. An amazing structure stands for centuries. To feel its beauty, replicas in many countries. Stands tall to enhance the tourism power. An amazing structure stands for centuries. Icon of France in Paris, the Eiffel Tower. - S. D. Tiwari...

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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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