Les Poems - Poems about Les

Yay, the summer’s arrived, so they say but in England, it’s here for one day; we roast in the sun, go rare to well-done; spend the rest of the year in dismay....

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A cocooned cacophony of crickets serenades overgrown fields, drowning out the creaking of rusted cars long since abandoned. Maroon and sable tents blot the dilapidated ground— bloated and weathered, strips of fabric flapping in the harsh elements. Legends of wraiths wander, replicating whispers of infected insanity. Laughter lingers in...

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A cocooned cacophony of crickets serenades overgrown fields, drowning out the creaking of rusted cars long since abandoned. Maroon and sable tents blot the dilapidated ground— bloated and weathered, strips of fabric flapping in the harsh elements. Legends of wraiths wander, replicating whispers of infected insanity. Laughter lingers in suspect...

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A double murderer Shot before a firing squad Justice or revenge? An eye for an eye So, the old law book conveys Punishment for sin Society’s way To rid town square of wrongs Yet, death row awaits The hangman stands by The masses don’t know his name Pulls the trap door latch The cycle repeats With no real decrease in crime No one ever wins Justice will make...

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Verse 1 As I hope for the best, I also Expect the worse Put my pen to the test, while bleeding out my words Compare me not to the rest, unless their lyrics can hop in similis and metaphors, that I sow in the core This is real life brother, this is not just a game I came not to...

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this great story is comparable ~ to parables in holy writ...

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Inspired by the Painting of Vincent Van Gogh "Fishing Boats On The Beach at Les Saintes" sky stunning sapphire, sand spectacular amber, sail-boats snoozing snug......

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the sun begins to melt from flaxen to canary~ ...

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Les Miserable I walked and walked down a steep ravine and came across a village has forgotten by time by a road that evaded dwellings A track not trodden among boulders and roofs made of canes. skinny women with empty breasts sat on the bough of trees waiting for someone to enter their loss of love While telling their idiot...

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Les Braves (Iambic Pentameter) Tan sands conceal deep furrows of their pain, As churned emotions scream on the light breeze. The rushing lather bubbles with red stain, While mortar clouds suppress the dying wheeze, That madly dared to reach the cliffs in vain. The hostile bluff still taunts a flying skein, Where warriors bravely tried to scale the crest. The rock secretes long tales...

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I have such a miserable face, Grimacing and frowning, a disgrace, I am a disgrace to the human race Who suffers by looking at this sad face. Why do I always wear a frown? What right have I to feel so down, I am as fortunate as can be, Living in a free country. There are countries, far and wide, Where they sadly have...

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Les More owned big fancy mansions galore Then bought half of Wyoming, but kept craving more Now his real estate dwindles to six feet by four It's all he now needs; no less, no more 6/23/22 8th Place Greed Poetry Contest-Margarita Lillico...

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Fishing Boats On The Beach at Les Saintes - Marie’s-de-la-Mer Vincent Van Gogh (1853 - 1888), Arles, June 1888 ...

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Je vois partout de beaux bouquets de clochettes blanches à l’air fragile ; Ces petites fleurs aux têtes courbées feuilles vert-foncé et tiges graciles. Sur une pelouse forestière un tapis blanc resplendissant de têtes, inclinées en prière annonce l’arrivée du printemps. Sous les doux rayons du soleil j’apprécie ce paysage si pur, ces clochettes de l’espoir éveillent la somnolence de la nature. 28.03.2022...

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Les vieux poèmes sont comme de vieilles chaussures Que nous refusons de jeter au fond des fissures Comme les vieilles pensées que nous ne pouvons pas ignorer Ou les vieilles routes que nous aimons naviguer. Les vieux poèmes sont maintenant très renommés Comme de vieilles pantoufles confortables Des témoins de nombreuses histoires autour de la table Où grand-mère s'est assise autrefois avec...

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