Mer Poems - Poems about Mer

Dancing in Boulogne-Sur-Mer I was dancing in Boulogne-Sur-Mer when a young woman stopped me, and said, “Madame, you are superbe.” She told me twice, Madame you are superbe But I didn’t feel superb. Hadn’t for a long time, if ever at all. How is superb supposed to feel when you're dancing in Boulogne-Sur-Mer? Later I visited my doctor to ask if...

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The Sea pours laments meanwhile Sweet hearts are salted waves spray in whispers...

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Alone with fifty men six months at sea torture, this womanless monotony after lusty dreams follow lurid schemes curvaceous manatees look good to me ©8/1/2018 for –Sea Tales Limericks – Poetry Contest...

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seas equestrian mare de mer with her stallion ...

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L’orgue de la mer - The Sea Organ Née à l’horizon Born on the horizon où se meurt le soleil where the sun dies ses grandes vagues pleurent her large waves...

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sinking sinking Sinking Sinking SINKING SINKING disappearing in the blackness, in the coldness, thinking i can feel my fingertips dissolving, my feet are not quite real there at the bottom is a sickly, comforting appeal...

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Poème poète égyptien : Abdel Latif Moubarak Traduction: Nuran Hourani Toi; Votre terre; Te jette. sur l'aile d'un poème; tu repose Peut etre ; ne pas égarer de vous laisser tomber ... Pays; sur la porte de l'enfer même si elle semble Quitte le ! Non bascule le tronc anti-paume Parce qu'il tombe une datte dans votre main promesses humides à ondulent Mer Murmure ...

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Soothing sliding silvered tides, fields of verdant; rolling co-inside..' Beards of algae flow on wrecks, phosphorescence guilds the whitecap in flecks, As a mirror shattered myriad shines, to uneven waves that crash in; times..' Un-counted amounts of wash elapsed, endless etchings have surfs out; scratched.. I see the glimpses I hear that noise, in awe; I observe the...

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The Passage through the Sea, Translation of Pierre Emmanuel’s Passage de la mer by T. Wignesan It’s not enough to be torn apart from the night The night must be made to give birth. Now this earth’s a sealed-off orbit This sea an abdomen without lips. When the ground and the sky are not but one wall When water flowing into...

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COLLEVILLE SUR MER In uneasy rest He faces west. They all face west to America - So far away from this beach, So very far out of reach. He no longer feels the chinook Nor the glance of mother’s knowing eye Over the range on his Utah farm. He is the son and brother Of Omaha, Nebraska, and the Sandhills Beckon him home. Silence...

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They are the walking dead; I know their fate and see their dismay. How they scurry, fury, and grapple to go – Running in circles to try and save their own. Ninety-two spheres gone by As I sit here and watch Their lives gone awry. “Put your top-hat and coat on, Sir – It’s bound to be a very cold night”. Below I...

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