Poems About: PARIS
Poems on / about :
- alone
- america
- angel
- anger
- april
- baby
- ballad
- beach
- beautiful
- beauty
- believe
- birth
- brother
- butterfly
- car
- carpe diem
- change
- chicago
- childhood
- children
- cinderella
- city
- courage
- crazy
- dance
- dark
- daughter
- death
- depression
- despair
- dream
- family
- fate
- father
- fear
- fire
- food
- football
- freedom
- friend
- frog
- funeral
- funny
- future
- girl
- god
- graduation
- greed
- grief
- haiku
- hair
- happiness
- happy
- hate
- heart
- heaven
- hero
- home
- hope
- house
- husband
- identity
- innocence
- january
- joy
- june
- justice
- kiss
- laughter
- life
- lonely
- loss
- lost
- love
- lust
- marriage
- memory
- mirror
- money
- moon
- mother
- murder
- music
- nature
- night
- ocean
- ode
- paris
- passion
- peace
- people
- pink
- poem
- poetry
- poverty
- power
- pride
- racism
- rain
- rainbow
- red
- remember
- respect
- river
- romance
- romantic
- rose
- running
- school
- sea
- sick
- silver
- sister
- sky
- sleep
- snake
- soldier
- sometimes
- song
- sonnet
- sorrow
- spring
- star
- success
- suicide
- summer
- sun
- swimming
- sympathy
- teacher
- thanks
- time
- together
- travel
- trust
- truth
- war
- warning
- water
- wedding
- winter
- woman
- work
- world
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349.She Looked Like A Film Star
'You look like a film star', I told her
She took the compliment well
But I did not go into detail
For some things, you never must tell read more »Scarborough Gypsy -
350.Sand In The Mouth
The hot Earth blisters
Opening to the unwitting tear of
Man’s insensitive hand read more »Laurence Overmire -
351.Crinophily (rue de la Petite Truanderie)
I would like a lover
who looks like my teddybear
who will ask me to do
what I want to do read more »Anthony Weir -
352.Normandy - Lost in Translation
Lulled by bells
of cathedrals and cattle,
my mind turns left
down a road out of town, read more »Lori Boulard -
353.Evening Flight
The lemon lady fingers of the sun
Lay ribbons of pale mercy on the cold.
Silk birds like kites lift dreams as high as smoke.
The music of the moment lives on hope. read more »Sandra Fowler