Mademoiselle Poems - Poems about Mademoiselle

A cloudy summer evening Love stories just beginning Feigning infatuations Heart inflammations Words stuck in throats Love letters on paper boats Reasonable not to fall Yearning eyes tell-all Touch beyond doubt a crime Thoughts of beloved sublime A clandestine tryst Too hard to resist Greeted by roses in a secret garden Heavy downpours smudging Mascaras pardoned Vows to go...

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Flittering along with gossamer wings She espied the lemony yellow rose Alighting gently, her place to repose Quietly, her thoughts vague whispery things She’d flown from up north where the cold wind stings Now basking in the sun’s glows Plants and shrubs in haphazardly strewn rows Resting, listening to natural things Searching miles for her nurturing milkweed Living to lay eggs, her purpose in...

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Like Pip from Great Expectations, in love with Estelle, As much I loved the stars from sky, and your beautiful eyes:...

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STONE - MADEMOISELLE L'VAMPYRE From out of all the darkest nights we've ever known her heart as black as all the sins that man has shown she came in scantly fitted laced atire abreathing smoke, her body hot as fire, and on the backstreets, she could make her way alone. She rode a hackneyed team from out the midnight sky to Paris...

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"The Mews of Mademoiselle L'Vampyre" Your lady of the night, if you'd so choose, counts on the dark within her Left Bank mews to hide her as she watches from the dark; she picks the flesh where she will leave her mark then sinks her teeth to blood her soul can use. She wonders if forever's ever done and how...

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I am lady that is the way I was taught to be. I stand straight my head up high. When I walk into a room my beauty is known to all that pass by. I am soft spoken, I am direct when I need to be. I am a lady that's who I will...

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THE MEWS OF MADEMOISELLE L'Vampyre Your lady of the night, if you'd so choose, counts on the dark within her Left Bank mews to hide her as she watches from the dark; she picks the flesh where she will leave her mark then sinks her teeth to blood her soul can use. She wonders if forever's ever done and how it feels...

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THE MEWS OF MADEMOISELLE L'VAMPYRE Your lady for the night, if you'd so choose, counts on the night within her Left Bank mews to hide her as she watches from the dark; she picks the flesh where she will leave her mark then sinks her teeth to blood her soul can use. She wonders if forever's ever done and how it feels...

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Limerick: Once a mum Mademoiselle rode in a Metro for Heather M. Once (a) mum Mademoiselle rode in (a) Metro Felt snug and dozed dreaming of Brando Lights went out, the train stopped Coach temperature dropped She woke up in arms of Eskimo. © T. Wignesan – Paris, 2013...

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MADEMOISELLE L'VAMPYRE From out of all the darkest nights we've ever known her heart as black as all the sins that man has shown she came in scantly fitted laced atire abreathing smoke, her body hot as fire, and on the backstreets, she could make her way alone. She rode a hackneyed team from out the midnight sky to Paris in the...

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Lying there, with another I sought the girl-of-my-early-summer-dream I kissed her once, twice for gleam Only to find, she’s not in my reality! Ah! Mademoiselle Mysteree! All heavens know that I’m her dreamer I- who took her for all I saw: A set of eyes that sang, sweetly in silken-skies With luscious-lips, made for the moon- mild and mellow… Her sacred breasts- The curves, in charms for...

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