Pierre Rausch

Bronze Star - 2,378 Points [SRSO, Shiverspine] (24.01.1982 / Luxembourg)

Pierre Rausch Poems

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

Goldcurl

As these do not appear
Not your face to be-tear
Nor sunlight on a broken column
Ends thee swinging autumn
More voice shall be ringing
After dark the wind singing
Rough and distant scars
Youth a fading star
Gold-curl come more near
On this kingdom's pear
Let's dance for the biggest prices
Dove's wilful disguises
Chicken on crossed staved
Under the wind, the wind shaved
Rush to the final meeting
Loop back to the first greeting
You are really far
As it is your best friend
Near stoned image hand
Never to receive
Ease the supplication of a...

Read the full of Goldcurl

Searching

I'd rather kill myself, than you - ooooho
All times have been watching
All lifelong from morning from evening
When you tore the house down
In the house therefore a single town
Your room there burns the fie-candles
And you're not there to sample
Your gay gowns step into to the front
The flames swing in the dirty hunt

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