The French Poems - Poems about The French

a small cloud passed white against a dark blue sky curved, for eyes like mine, remembering eyes like yours. a small cloud igniting another heart to burn along its way that was my yesterday. ...Read the rest...

luna moth followed his favorite butterfly to Paris She said it was the only place to be in the spring they fit in well turquoise and green colors of France...Read the rest...

I don’t know if owning a beautiful home, Facing the sea, makes happy, There are people who do not manage their thoughts, And that makes them dangerous, There are people who are convinced That the Eiffel Tower is the center...Read the rest...

Wisdom gained from pain Lost tomorrow sentenced Shadows think me insane Tortured and blood soaked stains Detached from earth yet dependent Wisdom gained from pain Memory lies in the rain Star gazing got me contentment Shadows think me insane Free to play games Facing...Read the rest...

I say to le "grand fromage". You and your pastiche attachè. You with all your rakish, cliche. You think you're so Debonair. You with another au pair. You and one more rendezvous. You again it's déjà vu. You and another faux pas. You...Read the rest...

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Red Queen I plunge my gorged soul into your rabbit hole looking for a red queen perfumed in between the sexes not binary a lovely green fairy smooth and perfumed Love always doomed....Read the rest...

a halfed loaf of unsliced bread. Use garlic spread and grill the both sidees golden brown. The morning prior I spent the day roasting a pork shoulder. Orange juice,lime juice, cumin, cooreander, salt, apple ciderv inager, rum, cilantro, garlic and...Read the rest...

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. "rock" Bam i meant "paper" "scissors" ...Read the rest...

Moulin Rouge The greens and pinks magnetize to my eye Like flowers abloom, in a field espied; That overwhelms creation’s invention With beauty of grandiose dimension Shifting to the wind’s orchestrated movements, And winks my soul agape by the performance To be...Read the rest...

Soft and feathery and illusive Each word a woven world of fantasy An artistic lair for the lunacy of emotion Musical, distant and serene Aesthetic shelters like seashells Cast by the angst of the ocean ...Read the rest...

She’d statuesque legs, and eyes that smoulder Over came Jacques, tipped her on the shoulder ‘Excuse-moi, femme fatal’ ...Read the rest...

Come and paint me naked and bare and meddle with the joy and sorrow that I bear, come and paint my dignity and touch the soft spot of my sanity deliver...Read the rest...

Bass on conversation a groovey thyme by all. green leaves of summer are the brown leaves of fall This is worth mentioning coring apples was boring I was happiest at it's end The crumbs and the edges are the sweetest parts the crispy...Read the rest...