Mots Poems - Poems about Mots

Powerful as a winter wind gust, Pretty as a spring lily, Warm as summer sun, Fun as a fall leaf pile. All encompassed in one person. Flawed but beautiful. I watch with admiration at the Strong Independent Woman. And I wonder to myself, Whether I want to be her or be with her. I force that tightness in my chest down....

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SENTIR PEU? SENTIR PEU! SAY SENTIR PEU, TUPI FAIT? NO, NO, SI SAY YE SETIR PEU: TUPI FAIT! SO, SAY YE QUEIT? NO SAY YE LOUD! WHY SAY LOUD? LAISSE MOI TAIMER PARCE QU'IL N'A PAS ATTEINT LE TOP DIX QUELQUE DROI CES CORNES ET CORDES! SI FRUSTRE ESSAYEZ ENCORE COMBATTRE LE SENTIMENT CELA POUR DE URAIES FARNES DE CHANSON DE TRUCS. SONS DE BASSE CHANSON D'AMOUR CONTRACTS FAIRE DE l'ARENT! JE sAIS QUE c'EST...

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DES MOTS D’AMOUR ( W0RDS OF LOVE ) Pour mon Mari, (For my husband) Voues ettes, mon cheri, mon amour Mon l’homme que Je t’aime et je t’adore! You are my dear, my love My man I love you and I adore you Votre femme" means "your wife" in French Jennifer...

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Local paper offered good quid For the best pun penned and sent in Davey sent in ten Thinking one would win Sadly for him, No Pun In Ten Did...

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I play with words like Children play with Lego I use different words as My bricks. With commas Dots and exclamation Marks I put them together. At my convenience I can Disassemble and reassemble them ad infinitum. My words are like the sword of The Samurai, the baton of the conductor. The words are my barrel of dynamite Instead of breaking bridges, I break hearts. Like the seasoned diplomat...

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words are not well today; starched you ate them up like bread in a box they slowly spoiled; parched charnel house for the unsavory dead. they’ve pickled long in quiet brine meaning chokes; forms bind brackish style and sly shade of lime but not the wit once thought entwined Yesterday, words were silkworms crawling naked through town Godiva white - stiff, gluey germs ...

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