Noir Poems - Poems about Noir

...Africa does not belong to the West. Its raw materials do not belong to the West. The banana republics of French-speaking Africa do not belong to France. African immigration cannot be criminaliz......Read the rest...

... Watch out! She plays the seduction game too well, my friend. Be careful now! Just the flick of her eyelid hypnotizes benighted meek men. Her come-hither wink, enough to reel in fis......Read the rest...

...There was this guy, see, a high-flyer type, made a bit of a name for himself. He moved in like a year before, you know, started off slow. He ended up going crazy for the girl next door. His......Read the rest...

...On misted streets of fog and pain With lamp post lighted thoughts of rain The city, bleak in heart’s demise Is cold, as tears now taunt my eyes To walk in disappointm......Read the rest...

...In glamor-light of sunset a new crowd of cumulus clouds arrive and revive a sepia sky-scene— unworldly woolgatherers gather spinning fantasy fluff into quixotic yarns of debutantes dancing with ......Read the rest...

...**Trigger Warning** "I Knew Anne Silently - My Ravenous Poe" I knew Anne. you’d think with a name like hers she’d be able to find her way out of unchartered water......Read the rest...

...I imagine your thoughts to trail off in French, Politely demanding the finest pâté, Then taking repose on a Tuileries bench. An elegant lady dressed in all black, Sipping Merlot on l’Île Saint-......Read the rest...

...Au revoir oh perilous freedom... Since pledging my troth to the missus July 25th, 1996 after the comma error punctuated mein kampf with disequilibrium. Ever since the notions of life, liber......Read the rest...

...Liberty, Equality and Fraternity, three precious ideals, blinded by the darkness of xenophobia. The Republic, democracy and human rights are the pillars of a just society, but in the depths of Mari......Read the rest...

...It is not mandatory However, I feel that it is my duty To respond to Carl Brouard ‘Knowing how to drink is not an art Drinking is not a duty’ But a necessity which is obligatory As it is crucia......Read the rest...

...Start over This breath is new Even for the despicable Breathe Start over This cup of coffee is new Like never before Drink Reborn again This body is dry again The wine in new skin As......Read the rest...

...Ground for ground why I never, Needed any feedback other than The sultry taste, the warm goodness Saturating my cunning senses: Within the wee hours of the morn, Where dawn sleeps in, cat......Read the rest...

...Wine wakes me in the morning Dismisses the second cup of coffee Half a bottle is all right at night But, in the morning it’s sinful Twist open liquid courage Sweet shame and temptation I wea......Read the rest...

...I touched her hand and the warmth of her soul rushed my veins like a mad river, obliterating all doubts. Would that I survive the tumult, the undying desire to touch her skin again, even for a mo......Read the rest...

... "The End of America" remember when we danced our fingers mapping velvet secrets across scorched skin whispering smiles encouraging a little lovely wanton sin ......Read the rest...