Voir Poems - Poems about Voir

... dans le silence d'un soleil levant je crois entendre des voix et soupirs reconnaître de vieux sourires dans le calme d'un matin sous givre je crois voir de doux regards en berçant doucement......

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...The smile of a woman in the spring is prettier Than the dancing glow of the yellow tulips of the pond As said the other: her face is embellished and polished With honey syrup. She really has a cha......

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... first pray .....see...... & ...say witness today the Holy Spirit* way......

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...Wake me up, when I’m dead, I want to see New York again And climb into the Empire State Building, I want to see the Metropolitan Museum again See again his archaeological museum. Wake me up, w......

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...Trees, big or small, soothe poets, Big or small, they are advisors, artists Who soothe the storms of the lonely souls, They stand out like magicians Before the subtle skies, Trees soothe poets......

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...Je t’aime La mélodie Elle l’a jouée précise Son cœur lui permet De vous l’admettre La vie, elle la voix si belle L’amitié vous devrez la voir en elle Vous ne la traitez pas bien Vous lui donn......

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...Mama has left She is no longer alive She left Mother Earth She is in the cemetery Mom is further on She is, here and there, really Mother is gone And no longer here With us, under the sun Mo......

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...The most beautiful girls, Are those we imagine to love, The ones we would like to invite to the restaurant To drink champagne and grands crus, The most beautiful girls, I know some, Are the on......

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...I would stay for hours, Waiting for a nice bee to land, On the small purple flowers of a fuchsia, or heather, I would wait for hours, As if the future of the planet depended on it, I would stay ......

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...Do magpies communicate with the dead? It is not uncommon to see magpies in a cemetery Silent and calm, watch over the graves, The flowery tombs and the so dogmatic crosses I often see them in ......

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...I hope my car starts tomorrow, That I can leave my street Charles de Foucault, That I can go write a poem, or almost, I love walking an hour in the fresh countryside. I hope that I can cross th......

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...It is not mandatory However, I feel that it is my duty To respond to Carl Brouard ‘Knowing how to drink is not an art Drinking is not a duty’ But a necessity which is obligatory As it is crucia......

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...Le Souvenir Éternel à travers la Fenêtre Un bar de Saint-Marine, un regard évanescent Un cœur qui bat fort, pourtant l'impossible règne La théorie n'a pas de réponse, mais je cherche Par chaque......

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...I offer to you my sweet heart every day In lieu of heaven and honey cakes I offer to you bouquets of pretty flowers To see your sensational smile sparkle. I think of you every second of the day......

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...L’amoureux brindezingue dit non avec la tète Le cerveau fort agité amèrement s’embête Pendant qu’il dit oui avec le cœur enflammé D’un amour incertain, embaumé et emmitouflé Oh ! Quelle bête! Les......

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