Poems About: PARIS
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97.Autumn Passed Through Paris
Autumn sliped into Paris yesterday,
came silently down Boulevard St Michel,
In sultry heat, past boughs sullen and still, read more »Endre Ady
Guns on the battle lines have pounded now a year
between Brussels and Paris.
And, William Morris, when I read your old chapter on
the great arches and naves and little whimsical read more »Carl Sandburg
Du rouge au vert tout le jaune se meurt
Quand chantent les aras dans les forêts natales
Abatis de pihis
Il y a un poème à faire sur l'oiseau qui n'a qu'une aile read more »Guillaume Apollinaire
100.(My Mother) Retirement Plans
“When I grow old, ” said my mother, “I’ll change my life.
I’ll rent a garret on the Left Bank of the Seine
in Paris, give up being a mother and a wife,
spend my days painting, drink red wine all night, read more »Janice Windle
101.Fall of Troy
Learnt from Chapman's Homer,
A story full of grace and glamour.
Killings of Royals, warriors and multitude
Fall of Troy is read more »Gulsher john
102.Paris with Her
What would it be like to go to Paris
on a whim with a woman
who is as mystical and magical
as the city of Love read more »Barry Renee
103.The Apple of Discord [Fallen Star Project: Chapter 2]
The Trojan War has ended a million years ago
But my mind has a war equal to its magnitude
Paris started that war in search of true love
I started this war in search of an answer for my love read more »Benn Degusman
Based upon your 'experience'...
What makes you qualified,
To fly a 747? ' read more »Lawrence S. Pertillar
105.Summers In Paris
each summer i go to paris to write
and each trip i make you greet me
as though you haven't seen me in ages
then you tell me i get more beautiful read more »Faith Elizabeth Brigham
106.A New Pilgrimage: Sonnet VII
Ah, Paris, Paris! What an echo rings
Still in those syllables of vain delight!
What voice of what dead pleasures on what wings read more »Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
107.France At Night.
On the coach
between Paris and Tours
Mamie was seated
next to you read more »Terry Collett
108.In The Beauty Of A Lower Heaven
Autumn in Paris is like summer in a lower heaven.
Sycamores and chestnuts paint the air,
Pencil-thin branches sketch the city like Utrillo,
The Seine sets leaves in moon-glass. read more »Salvatore Ala