Poems About: PARIS

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

  • 253.
    locks of hair

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    chris bowen
  • 254.
    Separate Beginnings

    Everything separates-
    Child from parent,
    Husband from wife,
    Ore from a mine, read more »

    Charlotte Ballard
  • 255.
    LOVE AT NIGHT - WAEL MOREICHEH

    Love at night lover`s in party lost

    TOUCH WOOD? ? ? read more »

    WAEL MOREICHEH
  • 256.
    The Last

    The last moment in a day is spent with the dying breath of a lost soul
    In the moment of triumph
    The last sorrow is spent on the person who is just another face in the crowd
    Who never got a moment to explain read more »

    Kim Jones
  • 257.
    two

    it won an award and was in my school magazine so apparently someone liked this...
    : O

    syncopation in my veins, he's stimulating my brain read more »

    michelle palios
  • 258.
    Clowning in the City of Lights

    I looked and looked
    beyond the deep and the shallow
    and connected the dexterity
    of my fingers to your brain read more »

    Alex Nodopaka
  • 259.
    Myth 5

    Hecuba had been bathing at Methana
    Plane trees had been touching Aeschylus
    Had Asklepios been guiding Hector in Pella?
    At midday Petralona Cave had been protecting Artemis read more »

    Ahmad Shiddiqi
  • 260.
    Would I Wish?

    Would I wish
    To be like Hercules
    Strong and brave
    Would I wish read more »

    Oscar Dhonesquil Esquilona
  • 261.
    Bio

    Lily
    Profound, cynical, cultural, and curious
    Sister of Lynn, David, Donald, Juan Carlos, and Christian
    Lover of music, books, and art read more »

    Lily Black
  • 262.
    Son of Cioran

    Bring me endless rain, unstoppable storms
    on the planet, to wash this terrible calm away

    Turbulent waters will forever haunt humanity, read more »

    Marc Hurkmans
  • 263.
    Whoever Said The World Is Small

    I've travelled far from my old home
    Yet I've not been to Paris or Rome
    Just two of the many Cities I have not seen
    Yet I have travelled in places brown and green read more »

    Francis Duggan
  • 264.
    Of late

    …and singe the night air with embers
    Of my ego plastered with Paris
    Past lingers on, the perfume stays in bed
    All day to wake lazy toes. read more »

    Shalini Rao
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