Sacre Poems - Poems about Sacre

...As promised to Sara Baker... here is the Night Before Christmas, Cajun style ~ by James Rice ~ ~ ~ ~ Twas the night before Christmas an'......Read the rest...

...Rendered faceless by the artist, she appeals to the masses. This angel takes up the canvas. Her identity of she is given by the poet. Bold with chromatic colors. Only Gabriel and archangel Michael ar......Read the rest...

...Sea level rises... glaciers gradually melt Global temperature is climbing the cliff.. Beware But hey, G H gases don't exist.. Global warming is a myth Throw everywhere in the streets, plastic a......Read the rest...

...After the Sunday service, searching back to her For a date. He will soon be walking back to her. Bottle rockets popping over the Sacre Coeur. She suddenly kissed him; he then leaning back to her......Read the rest...

...Stings of sharp coldness and side aches were the last of her worries Her broken toes straggled uselessy Branch after twigs clawed aboust her Sharp rocks and stickers no longer made a d......Read the rest...

...A Paris icon nearly lost to fire Its roof has now gone and its famous spire There's talk it was an electrical fault Before the fire, relics' moved to a vault. Help quickly arrived they had ......Read the rest...

...Villanelle : Should one reorder genuine vers libre entire Should one reorder genuine vers libre entire Pull Pound down tear veil off event horizon holes All to make for one's own sacre the pu......Read the rest...

...Is this a love Fog not able to see the road And your carrying a knife to Pick my heart If you cut my chest you gets tow piece of it What should you do I am not telling you are a kille......Read the rest...

...time held me full fresh lush and green in golden vibrant spring songs rang to a silent pulse throbbing beneath my feet from a presence sensed unseen a heady fragrance rides on air from......Read the rest...

...'Neath the Sacre Coeur, Firecrackers bursting nearby, Nelly first kissed me. 20141003......Read the rest...

...Moulin Rouge in the sunset sky The clouds hold their skirts and kick high the cancan The hill where I stand As Montmatre And I in some small way Like Sacre-Coeur Look on affected by the scene ......Read the rest...

...Scarce a year it was before my birth, that Lindy set The Spirit down at Le Bourget one night and all the old voitures as suddenly lit up the runway with their headlights. as he taxied to a stop. Th......Read the rest...

...Just a saggy-sad dumbfounded Basset Hound Got claimed at the doggone-it lost puppy pound Just hangin' out now and nosing around Waiting for my supper to get back from town Hooray! A dog's life for an......Read the rest...

...Blizzards!, My Gizzards!, This Blustering Bloke, Keeps Mustering Mayhems With Words That He Spoke, Great Snakes!, Eureka! and Holy Cow! Too, Crimey! and Gadzooks! and A Tempestuous Toodle-Doo......Read the rest...