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Francesca Poems - Poems about Francesca


Premium Member francesca
francesca i met you too late francesca there with your purple dotted dress sitting alone in a lilac world tears streaming from brokenness somehow i knew your desires and all that you wanted that you needed to add color to your world and you did i stood alone remembered your smile and wondered why you...

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Categories: francesca, dark, sad, suicide,
Form: Free verse
Premium Member PERPECTIVISTA francesca uccello
PRESPECTIVISTA fracesca uccello sophisticated   two- dimensional picture   space  proportionzl  & measured vanishing point in parallels of distorted   aesthetic     assumptions of natural reality in i!lusions   made possible in spatial   horizontals of receding   versimultude In muted    contrasts...

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Categories: francesca, art,
Form: Didactic



Premium Member Kiss
Your hand As so inclined Am I to show that love refined Itself to friendship Yet in that lowly Friendly act There still remains the simple fact As lips touch skin Respectful blessing Is released And worried brow becomes uncreased For lips they linger.. Just a while.. To transfer more than just a smile They wish to walk the extra mile From wrist  To forearm Where friends desist And love walks slowly from...

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Categories: francesca, for her, friendship, friendship
Form: Ekphrasis
Premium Member Hiku Ekphrasis Francesca
DELLA FRANCESCA meticulous mystery so picturesque en passant...

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Categories: francesca, art, people,
Form: Haiku
Premium Member Elphrasis Snapshot Francesca
serene detachment in an enigmatic renaissnce...

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Categories: francesca, art, people,
Form: Ekphrasis



Premium Member Clerihew Francesca
Piero della Francesca painter of thr Quattro centra long neglected but still so serene 'til "Downron' returned him to our screen...

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Categories: francesca, art, people,
Form: Clerihew
Premium Member Dear Francesca
Eyes shimmer sky-kissed blue. Cheeks whisper a rosy hue. Smiles and laughter breakthrough, When we play fun peekaboo. Lips create Cupid’s bow. Hair sun-kissed strawberry flow. Sense of calm rests below, As I watch you bloom and grow. Painting radiant beams, With irresistible gleam. Dancing through rich daydreams, Developing self esteem. Little sister that’s true. Learning skills each day anew. Following what you do, Little angel, all day through. Frankie’s July...

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Categories: francesca, baby, child, grandchild, granddaughter,
Form: Rhyme
Premium Member Comparison Between Byron and Me On Francesca
I was pushed to write this comparison after reading the poem on Byron by the souper poet Gary Bateman. Wandering on internet I found the Byron's version of Francesca's words in CANTO V of Dante's Hell and I was curious to compare his translation with mine. I was astonished by the fact that while apparently both...

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Categories: francesca, fantasy, poetry,
Form: Terza Rima
Premium Member Paolo and Francesca V Canto Divine Comedy Translation
After I just heard my guide in this trip Speaking of ancient women and of knights, Pity I felt, then had loss to outstrip. I began: “Poet , desire now me incites To speak with those two going in a pair Looking so light up in the wind their flights”. And he to me: “You will then see...

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Categories: francesca, fantasy,
Form: Terza Rima
A Dream, After Reading Dante's Episode of Paolo and Francesca
As Hermes once took to his feathers light, When lulled Argus, baffled, swooned and slept, So on a Delphic reed, my idle spright So played, so charmed, so conquered, so bereft The dragon-world of all its hundred eyes; And seeing it asleep, so fled away, Not to pure Ida with its snow-cold skies, Nor unto Tempe, where Jove grieved a day; But to...

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Categories: francesca, art, imagination,
Form: Acrostic
Wounded Shaman .....- For Francesca
She sits like a song In her rocking chair. Grace evident - Smiling radiant Power curling on spun glass. Bound to a solitude --"Welcome, Old Friend" Moving as if to escape the skin; Magic beats her heart, brights her eyes. Thoughts ignite her hands. Wisdom firing from her fingers.... -Ink is the escape. Her hands have molded souls And waved to create breezes That brushed Goddess' hair. Memories...

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Categories: francesca, friendship, mystery, peace, hair,
Form: I do not know?

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