Nuit Poems - Poems about Nuit

...No, my friend Paul, it’s not about saying everything, And we do not lack time, But the point is to say what you love, to love what you say, Like a saxophone solo in a New York club, To say that......Read the rest...

...There are things, Gaëlle, that are pretty good Say hello to her mom every day, Say hello to the nice weather vane, Listen to the trains in the countryside, There are things Gaëlle, that are so ......Read the rest...

...The Eiffel Tower stabbed at a midnight as blue as an old Muddy Waters track. From a distance, its lace-iron skeleton looked like a slick and oily spider-web crowned with a glittering neon diamond......Read the rest...

...How beautiful and discreet, this port, at night, When you listen to fado, come that voice, Misia It becomes deep and mysterious, sonorous, Its numerous lights are warm as wool. How enchanting t......Read the rest...

...64 I see the ocean “I see the ocean” Who can say that every morning? Who can say “the boats are not gone.” Even the sea knows my secrets, “I’m tired of men”, “I am tired of empires, Who......Read the rest...

...Who the hell are you? Mysterious stars, Are you friends or enemies? Do we know that? Who are you? You who shine In the night Wherever you go? Who are you? Mysterious stars, The univer......Read the rest...

...All you have to do is waiting, To listen to the wind rumble, Like poor elephants, All you have to do is waiting, Sealed in our rooms, Praying for his slate roof, Praying for the wires, I can n......Read the rest...

...Everything has a meaning in the universe, you, me, If you see the night, a shooting star, Someone surely loves you, have a dream, Make a wish; listen gently to your heart. Everything has a mean......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...

...Qu'est-ce que nous sommes, sinon des larmes tombant dans les villes, Tu es moi, et je suis toi, et ensemble nous pleurons, Écrivant de la poésie au milieu de la nuit, Fuyant la politique, les nouv......Read the rest...

...After 5 hours of flying and sitting we display an assorted redundancy a sanctioned paraphernalia. Rumpled files of sartorial inelegance squeezed shoulder to shoulder. A night flight, the tube i......Read the rest...

... "Blue Avians and the Poetic State of Mind post apocalypse the mother sought the assistance of Blue Avians. when it came to eggs stolen from a nest who better than ......Read the rest...

... "Some Different Kind of Lost Heaven" Every once and a while she would surface from that brackish dark place as a nightingale sings in the deepest pockets of a Wool......Read the rest...

...The fragrant air settles Overtaking us The sun behind us The sound of water Ripples and waves In our ears As we sit On the wooden dock Darkness surrounds Leaving us Alone with the stars ......Read the rest...

...Je m'appelle Ivan Je ne suis pas un étudiant Je suis un garçon solitaire Et un Légionnaire de la France. J’ai écrit ce poème Parce que je sens quelque pour toi Avec le temps tu es devenue U......Read the rest...