Poems About: PARIS
Poems on / about :
- carpe diem
85.M.Tsvetaeva, In Paris - translation (rus.)
by Marina Tsvetaeva
The houses are close to sky, read more »Lyudmila Purgina
86.Song of Insane Gardener
Oh, I dance upon the lawn in the cold, white dawn,
And I gloat upon the corpses of a countless million slain;
Where the frost about my feet spreads its winter winding sheet
There I chuckle and I chortle as I chant my mad refrain; read more »Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
87.Paris: I Do! I Do!
How much I love you
Paris I do! I do!
With this ring I thee wed
Forever joy you spread read more »Leaking Pen
Music: Sexual misery is wearing you out.
Music: Known as the Philosopher's Stair for the world-weariness which climbing it inspires. One gets nowhere with it.
Paris: St-Sulpice in shrouds.
Paris: You're falling into disrepair, Eiffel Tower this means you! Swathed in gold paint, Enguerrand Quarton read more »Joshua Clover
89.Piedra Negra Sobre Piedra Blanca
Me moriré en París con aguacero,
un día del cual tengo ya el recuerdo.
Me moriré en París -y no me corro- read more »Cesar Vallejo
There's people talking
They talk about me
They know my name
They think they know everything read more »melodia gauthier
91.Paris Love and Empty Dreams / Dark Angel
Paris love of Dark Angel dreams, running in the rain is me.
My thoughts are on the streets of Paris love, watching lovers
Laugh, kiss and making dreams.
I sit and write what ever came to my mind, Up the stairs in read more »Lilly Emery
The makeup that’s most beautiful is passion,
unchallenged by the pressure of esthetics;
a favorite flavor always, never out of fashion,
it’s natural, and far cheaper than cosmetics, read more »gershon hepner
93.Paris Went to Hilton, Uhm, Harvard
Paris, Paris you finally made it to Harvard.
Let’s party and you’ll cry if you want to,
50 Cent can be your own personal muse, Urban Poet, a poetic sage,
When he said to you, Paris, “Get the F$$k off of my stage.” read more »Joe Rosochacki
94.Accordian In The Metro
In 2002 I was in Paris for a couple of days. My wife & daughter let me loose. They wanted to look at shops & so I left early at dawn to walk around a have a look at that great city. read more »Lindsay Smith
95.An Appeal To Paris
BEAUTIFUL Paris! morning star of nations!
The Lucifer of cities, lifting high
The beacon blaze of young democracy!
Medina and Gomorrha both in one
Medina of a high and holy creed
To be developed in a coming time! read more »Charles Mackay
96.A reluctant Sayonara
for my long-suffering, poetry-loving doctor sister: Thadshayani
« She must suffer to her last breath. (…) They'll all soon be as Dead as 0-Ren Ishii. »
« That woman deserves her Revenge. And we deserve to die. » read more »T (no first name) Wignesan