Poems About: PARIS

In this page, poems on / about “paris” are listed.

  • 109.
    **APHRODITE - GODDESS OF LOVE AND BEAUTY

    APHRODITE – GREEK GODDESS
    OF LOVE AND BEAUTY!

    Hesoid the Greek poet, lived in the latter part of read more »

    RAJ NANDY
  • 110.
    Biography

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    Arthur Rimbaud
  • 111.
    Menelaus and Helen

    I

    Hot through Troy's ruin Menelaus broke
    To Priam's palace, sword in hand, to sate read more »

    Rupert Brooke
  • 112.
    Crescent Moon Over Over The Eiffel Tower

    First I think of Jesus, or not actually Jesus,
    but the vapour trail from a jet, which makes
    a line across the hard sky parallel with the top
    of my window, which makes me think of Apollinaire read more »

    Luke Davies
  • 113.
    The Ballad Of Lucy Jordan

    The morning sun touched lightly on
    The eyes of Lucy Jordan
    In her white suburban bedroom
    In a white suburban town, read more »

    Sheldon Allan Silverstein
  • 114.
    PARIS, PARADISE AND YOU!

    I have to confess more or less,
    The truth in all, which Paris has!
    I want to give my bless, to the beauty of this place,
    On these lines, in painting a part of its face! read more »

    Yoseph Lupu
  • 115.
    The Young Woman From Paris In France

    The one with brown eyes and brown hair her Hometown is Paris in France
    She has such a sweet singing voice and to music she loves to dance
    She is in her twenty fourth year and happy in her single life
    For some very lucky young man she will make a beautiful wife. read more »

    Francis Duggan
  • 116.
    Paris Day By Day: A Family Epistle

    Paris, half Angel, half Grisette,
    I would that I were with thee yet,
    Where the long boulevard at even read more »

    Richard Le Gallienne
  • 117.
    Secret

    Janie has a secret.

    I didnt know what it was before today. read more »

    Just Kay
  • 118.
    Je suis un pâle enfant du vieux Paris...

    Je suis un pâle enfant du vieux Paris, et j'ai
    Le regret des rêveurs qui n'ont pas voyagé.
    Au pays bleu mon âme en vain se réfugie, read more »

    François Coppée
  • 119.
    What's Left Behind Of All Our Love

    Translation of the song 'Que Reste-t-il De Nos Amours? '
    by Charles Trenet

    (I was introduced to this song by Walter Hyatt when we were writing together in Nashville. He performed it once on AUSTIN CITY LIMITS and dedicated it to his high school French teacher. I thought that was so cool! On a trip to Paris I worked on a translation so I could sing it first in French, then English. By the end of the first phrase I'm back at a sidewalk cafe in Paris, sipping espresso and soaking in ambience. I dedicate my translation to my college French professors, Waring McCrady, Jacqueline Schaefer and Scott Bates.) read more »

    Carol Elliott
  • 120.
    Paris

    I don't use a car.
    Just mass transit in Paris–
    sputtering by, engines cranking,
    gears grinding, tires whirring. read more »

    Eric Greenwell
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