Pierre Rausch

Freshman - 656 Points [SRSO, Shiverspine] (24.01.1982 / Luxembourg)

Pierre Rausch Poems

1. Wide Dove Trader 8/5/2013
2. Washing 8/5/2013
3. War 8/5/2013
4. Wanda 8/5/2013
5. Viva 8/5/2013
6. Virus 8/5/2013
7. United Deluxe 8/5/2013
8. Unicorn 8/5/2013
9. Ultimo Negro 8/5/2013
10. Two Calls 8/5/2013
11. Turn The Tide 8/5/2013
12. Tung-Pei 8/5/2013
13. Tribut 8/5/2013
14. Topmodels 8/5/2013
15. Tonight 8/5/2013
16. Toledo 8/5/2013
17. To Eavesdrop 8/5/2013
18. To Block It Up 8/5/2013
19. Titbits & Refreshment 8/5/2013
20. These One's 8/5/2013
21. The Woods (Balthasar Wood And Wagon Threepwood) 8/5/2013
22. The Wooden House 8/5/2013
23. The Last Rites 8/5/2013
24. You Shiver Again 8/5/2013
25. You Pardon Me 8/5/2013
26. Yammee, Yammee 8/5/2013
27. Would You Do That 8/5/2013
28. Wombats 8/5/2013
29. Wishes 8/5/2013
30. Wish To Win It 8/5/2013
31. Migration (Governemental Traffic Agencies) 5/21/2013
32. Goldcurl 8/5/2013
33. Last Bastion 8/5/2013
34. The Face 8/5/2013
35. Joseph 8/5/2013
36. The Ruin Of The Crown 8/5/2013
37. A Flocks Of Starling 8/5/2013
38. Tiebreak (Mobile Chase) 8/5/2013
39. Yankee 8/5/2013
40. What A Cruel World 8/5/2013

Comments about Pierre Rausch

  • Titto Mutunguti Titto Mutunguti (10/22/2015 4:46:00 PM)

    So emotional..i feel you buddy.i have been there

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Best Poem of Pierre Rausch

A Cup Of Coffee

Don't you buy a hat, a Paris model
Camouflage to say disaster
Of a bowler gin, with two or three
Genre to
avoid all squash
Feathers would not conceal
Shag your toes to the hips
I invite you to a cup of coffee, if you want to
share time with me
A big latte, an espresso or an tea
What would you like
An afternoon in a Paris Cafe, a warm cup of
Coffee
Pambelam, be babe, pambelam, be babe, pambelam
Evil, when the tears floated for that guy, for
the lipsticks, would you try,
Sick, when the tears floated for that guy, for
the lipsticks, would you ...

Read the full of A Cup Of Coffee

Last Bastion

Samson, flee, the grinding melon collie
The last bastion agreed, a bit of freedom, a bit of green
He lost his faith in the site of spleen; a prophecy in the last bastion, dark shall
be the candle-session
A massacre among others, the Waterloo of the mystic brothers
Evil swims for the spit in the sea, it's an ear-splitting mystery
Something you can't explain in a poem, it takes time and patience to hear the
songs of Loe
To differ the meaning of proportion,

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