Short Marseilles Poems
Short Marseilles Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Marseilles by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Marseilles by length and keyword.
awake
look
listen,
today
is here:
lets
move
walk
run
towards
the future
not
looking
back
but
ahead
inspired by clip of Marseilles
Categories:
marseilles, inspirational, music,
Form:
Verse
Death from above 1953
My uncle
Was seaman
Died in Marseilles
A pig on a balcony
Fell on him.
Mother said
He died at sea
When a mine
Struck his ship.
A likely explanation
That served
His widow well
When telling her
husband was
a hero.
Categories:
marseilles, courage, faith, funny,
Form:
Burlesque
Millie’s mother Mabel mended macrame
Mainly Marseilles-made macrame,
Maddening moments mending machine macrame
Mostly made-to-order, mostly May macrame.
Making May mostly made-to-order macrame means
Many months modifying Malaysian macrame, mostly!
written February 2, 2022
Categories:
marseilles, fun, humor, word play,
Form:
Alliteration
I left you bleeding in Alsace-Lorraine
from the dozen roses rife with thorns,
each a story meant to wound.
For not often did I tell you the truth.
In Marseilles, we drowned in wine
mixed with tears and terrible fears,
and in the shadow of a doubt
I played the sun, the future husband.
I try to forget Paris, ten thousand smiles
And songs that said I love you.
All that remains is the long cold walk
Of regret for all I’ve done.
Categories:
marseilles, love, sad,
Form:
Free verse
Curious about the origin of the universe back in the day
a French fry took a spin in a centrifuge in Marseilles
Decided to stay in until 2021
had himself a whole lot of fun
By 2021, that solanum tuberosum, by the sum of its parts, gave onlookers
quite a start
~ emerging more divergent than 'Napoleon Blownaparte'
Categories:
marseilles, giggle, history, science fiction, universe,
Form:
Couplet
We took the Marseilles road,
a cambered sun streaking the bay
with gold threads.
We drink lemon tea
while lovers and others
search for cheap wine.
We are alone at last, free
to explore our magnetic boundaries;
hands stalking hands
on a checkered tablecloth.
That night we translate
the prayers of our flesh,
surfing tidal crests.
Dawn arrives with gulls
and guilt.
I catch the bus to Perpignan,
head for a border
we have already crossed.
Categories:
marseilles, poetry,
Form:
Blank verse
We took the Marseilles road,
a cambered sun streaked the bay.
Lemon tea while others
search for cheap wine.
We are alone
exploring magnetic boundaries,
hands stalking a checkered tablecloth,
predict ourselves as a nocturn
far from other eyes.
Night, secret unfolding’s,
while we translate
the prayers of our flesh,
the tidal crests of our needs.
Dawn arrives with gulls
and guilt.
I catch the bus to Perpignan,
head for a border
that we know
we’ve already crossed.
Categories:
marseilles, poetry,
Form:
Free verse