Paris Poems | Examples of Paris Poetry

How lucky we are the Olympics Will be starting, this Friday, in France! After all this political trauma, We can wake from this terrible trance. We can focus on swimming and tennis, Gymnastics and polo and track. Cheer for volleyball, diving...Read the rest...

In Paris, society people unironically dress for dinner, go to cocktail parties (where the hostess has an obvious drinking problem), dine with Catholic Bishops, industrialists, politicians and occasional celebrities (usually for charity) in places dripping...Read the rest...

I sat in restless chairs I breathed stilted air what feeling compares with feeling squandered? I’m not sadfishing, I was bored in a 5-star hotel. I’d swum the Atlantic - in the underground pool and I felt like I was marinating in...Read the rest...

In a phalanx of four: Peter, Lisa, Dave, and I, descended a waterfall of marble stairs - pilgrims to another time - as if we’d punched through a wormhole. It’s a five-star bash at the palace...Read the rest...

No more can you say that Paris is gay Only the left ...Read the rest...

The bright sunrise made the snow-covered Alp mountain-tips, an hour-away-by-car, glow like they were topped with lemon ice-cream. Was this evidence of magic? Peter (my bf) and I are low atop the five story Hotel de...Read the rest...

Greg Duplantis finished fifth in the Olympic trial, But this pole vaulter would not accept that cruel denial. He hatched an elaborate plan which was just his style. He hailed heptathlon's Helena Hedlund with a...Read the rest...

I sat, uninspired, in my condo. When on TV, no routine John Doe Flew above a balloon And then over the moon, That amazing pole vaulter, Mondo....Read the rest...

It's the weekend (Friday night). Lisa and I are hangin’, music’s playing, and we’re rummaging through my suitcase, for an outfit option, for me, tonight. Call it cliché, but we like going out - and...Read the rest...

What beauty is (to the geometrist), is the shape of the Golden Ratio! Beauty is courage, the defiant fist of a protector fear can't overthrow. ...Read the rest...

The milk coffee skies of Paris in May, make the Seine river look insanely gray. At sunrise it’s quiet - the traffic’s mostly bikes our digs are luxurious and private my school stress is waning - it’s nice I want to...Read the rest...

We’re in Paris, staying with my Grandmère (Grandmother) for a few days around Mother’s day. Peter (my bf) is getting to know my Grandmère. They’ve started to relax and enjoy each other. This time, when they...Read the rest...

What beauty is (to the geometrist), is the shape of the Golden Ratio! Beauty is courage, the defiant fist of a protector fear can't overthrow; ...Read the rest...

Peter (my bf) and I were in Paris, about three weeks ago (I was on Spring break, he was on vacation from work). ‘Headstart for Happiness,’ by ‘the Style Council,’ was playing low somewhere. “This is the...Read the rest...

Peter had to fly, was that just last night? I have attachment issues. I hate saying goodbye - it always makes me cry an embarrassing tear or two. Holidays go so fast relativity’s been proven at last! Fourteen days of leisure of sordid intertwined...Read the rest...