French Poems | Examples of French Poetry

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They inhale the poisonous substance, adduction had no power over resistance; their brain's responsiveness is too slow: look at them: their glance is so mellow! This is the offspring of the floating potheads, they renounce everything that means strides; they sit in a relaxed pose with mindless eyes: soldiers fight the wars, while they enjoy puffs. " Vacant glances and sunken...

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While sharing the ride and not a lot to see or do seated side by side in the Chunnel queue with commuters driving home I took a look at the view carpool tunnel vision syndrome ...

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The lyrebird v.s. the African Grey Parrots The shrinking Thymus Centerstage they took time to perform. She had spoke to other before te eveing. She wished to dance, dine and dance.Plie', she aid even though I lack the skills of beautiful artistry. They all laughed. The gentlemen took seats asking for scotch before they were seated in...

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@ cups of ground turkey 1/2 cup of pureed shrimp 2/3 cup crabmeat 1 cup of mushrooms 1/4 cup of dry marsala 3 Tablespoons of crushed chopped Lemongrass 1 -2 teaspoons of rosemary sauteed in oil (olive) ___________ 1/2 c celery 1 c chopped onions 2/3 green bell peppers 2 tablespoons of cilantro 1 T of roasted sesame seeds ____________________________ 2 T of cayenne 2 T lemon zest 2 teaspoons of thyme 2...

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she was a true beauty with elegance and grace charmed and oozed personality forever wore a smile on her face her accent quite delightful her manners perfectly fine her skintone might have been a touch frightful but her demeanour was always divine AP: Honorable Mention 2025...

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They got this weird thing going on. They have tthese parties and serve steaks. They save the bones and dry them out and even smoke them. They mix ground meat and pack it around the bone, and then do the same with the ground fat. I tasted it: it was good but I was told not to...

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She woke up to a sunrise; Bright in her eyes as she rose She stares at the moon as it disappears. The red hat sitting on her dresser, As she picked out her daily dress. Brushed her hair, sprayed perfume- Still, something was missing. The girl followed the echoes of her mom’s voice; Alerting her of the time rush. As she waited for the...

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Sycophants, thy future. On what does it depend? Gold upon the ground, be pure! River, yield thy bend! Tormented, ye prophets? Pleiades, rescue me! Toolshed, art thou Tophet's? Fly, O fancy-free... Gain upon in rhythm? By what right, friend and foe? Onward, black abysm! Dark backward, well ... Although ... Reign of conquerors endless! On this doth all things hinge! Forward, O ye stark friendless! Heart within all, twinge! White sand,...

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The news isn't good, And I did not expect, Prognosis and results, When I got to the vet, My heart hit the floor, My head in my hands, I've been here before, I need to make plans, DORA has got cancer, Why her for god sake, The dog I love dearly, Is there for the take, She is my best buddy, A big part...

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I usually sit down with my tea, And Dora not so far from me, Her slava drooling from her jaw, On command she'll raise her paw, On occasion food will drop, Dora the hoover cleans up the slop, She eats for fun she's never full, One big stomach she's like a bull, And one big drawback it isn't smart, She let's one slip a...

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Charles Dickens said it best, “It was the best of times, it was the worst of times,” a tale born in paroxysm and flame, where streets cried for liberty beneath the weight of tyranny, and history turned, restless, in its slumber. The Bastille fell like the crumbling of old oaths, its stones heavy with the breaths of the oppressed. The mob surged,...

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beyond me, another poem fluctuating earring out of style has to buy me playing missing nightstands till the songs pass us goodnights circling memories up stairs swimming in stands never giving up floors she's tangled twice he'd paint her nervous twang beginnings in shorts dancing cornered steady gone, one more block come with her, next time...

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burried and cured in sod's wallowing gallow ground as tender flower of wonder reading worlds into the hands mired in swallows and clawed she began trunks of brooches for her second son to flee the falling failing rakes bested in deserts earthen ovens rebuilding the gingers shant, easily carnate fury, easters menage blurry tests to bleak to smear exposed to a heartless ember of septs reticent snakes...

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