Grief French Poems | Examples
These Grief French poems are examples of French poems about Grief. These are the best examples of French Grief poems written by international poets.
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, will ye countermand?
One man gang or band?
Prison walls about us planned?
Better that we stand!
Robber, burglar, thief, thy grief.
Defy, my belief.
O ye Indians, stern thy chief?
Ten thousand foot reef...
Tentacles, reach upward!
Tangle, root! Enchant!
Golem, gate! Break fast, my guard!
Feet of mine, just plant...
Will or wool, O brazen? Bull.
Mea culpa, pull.
Green fire? Clean death due a trull?
Fate and Fortune, full?
Be leaved
In your redemption
As whole
Leave is unworthy
Of spirit
Usual day
Ends of spittle held
Under nectars perch, hast child as babe
Layed beneath wounds crown?
Neither beckon of blankets coldened ease
Wells, as slavic despondent ledgers
Nor, blathering distinct indemptions buffet
Break winds towards lightnings laughter
How does it sound when Rimbaud rocks and Baudelaire has got the Blues?
When Verlaine vibes to the beat and Apollinaire to arpeggios?
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Love,
Bistro Bohème
elle pleure de plus en plus
et ça ne change rien
elle le sait
de jour en jour
elle voit sa santé détériorer
elle pense
aux belles années
partagées
une douceur au coeur
mais dans la gorge
un goût doux-amer
Translated from my poem MOM CRIES
Posted on May 14, 2021
À la mesure
petites phrases ici et là
écrites au milieu de la nuit
évincées froissées rejetées
insignifiantes
fades reflets
disqualifiés
jamais à la mesure des émotions
de mon ardeur
de mon amour pour toi
à la recherche du message parfait
digne des ailes disposées
à faire le voyage intergalactique
pour te rejoindre à nouveau
Translated from my poem CRUMPLED THOUGHTS
Posted on May 14, 2021
peu à peu comme une rose
quand vient l’automne
je t’ai vu faner
devant moi tout lentement
je n’aurais pas cru
voir éclore entre nous un amour si serein
garni d’un parfum plus divin
tu m’as offert l’intimité comme un trésor
que l’on offre sans rien à cacher
d’un cœur innocent
cette proximité restera toujours avec moi
tu seras en tout temps l’amour de ma vie
je n’aurais jamais osé croire
devoir un jour te dire adieu mais voilà
Translated from my poem YOU WERE MY HARDEST GOODBYE
Posted on May 14, 2021
The battles ower ,smoke settles ower the moor,
Clans are broken flying aff tae the hills.
Redcoated sodjers mingle with red Heilan blude,
Killing the wounded in Drumossie mud.
Oor Prince has fled leaving dreams in the dust,
Of a Stuart oan the throne that was oor lust,
like the heron scared of mans approach
fleeing his home being taen awa tae France.
Some say he was a bonnie lad cam frae italia way,
Heir tae the royale throne pretending tae be king,
Nae clue or fighting skill but the bonnie prince could sing.
Noo he was being led awa tae catch a boat tae tak him awa.
It was spoken of in tones hushed and still,
Ane day he wid return tae claim the throne,
Frae ower the watter oor king wid come,
Alang wi lairds cawed awa tae France.
© Andrew Provan McIntyre 2016-05-28
EVIL, MEAN AND
OTHERS
TO AGREE WITH HER
THEN SHE COULD
MOVE ON
WITH HER AGENDA'S
CAMPAINGS TO
CAUSE GRIEF TO THOSE
SHE FOUND LEES LIKE HER
AND THOSE CRUEL WAYS SHE
FOUND TO TEACH MEN LESSONS.
SHE RELATED EVERYTHING TO
THE WAY SHE PROCREATED
IT ALLOWED HER TO FIND FAVOR
WITH THOSE SHE ALWAYS
WISHED TO BE FREINDS WITH
SHE THOUGHT PEOPLE
TALKED ABOUT HER FAMILY
AND THEIR POOR STANDARDS
SHE THOUGHT IT WAS SMART TO
ALLY WITH THOSE WHO
HATED HER PEOPLE
THAN SHE COULD SPEARHEAD
THE EXTRACTION OF REVENGE TO THOSE
SHE WISHED TO BE DESTROYED.
" TAINT THE WAYS OF THOSE WHO WILL
SUPPORT ME, THAN THEY WILL
FIND FAVOR IN ME IN HER WAYS
THEY WILL BELEIVE HER STORIES,
THEY WILL LOVE WHO SHE LOVES
AND HATE WHO SHE HATES"
Humanity grieves with Paris, comforting her with sympathetic eyes;
the brutal attacks of November have reunited the City of Lights:
pictures, flowers and candles can attest!
Let the strongest ones seek revenge, and capture the fleeing coward;
always pray for freedom, pray for world peace and feel so empowered:
sing your Anthem, put your anger to rest!
~ With thoughts of those who died by the hands of evil ~
candles will burn bright
when we feed their fragile flames
with God's healing fire