Pierre Rausch

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

Pierre Rausch Poems

1. The Last Rites 8/5/2013
2. You Shiver Again 8/5/2013
3. You Pardon Me 8/5/2013
4. Yammee, Yammee 8/5/2013
5. Would You Do That 8/5/2013
6. Wombats 8/5/2013
7. Wishes 8/5/2013
8. Wish To Win It 8/5/2013
9. Wide Open 8/5/2013
10. Wide Dove Trader 8/5/2013
11. Washing 8/5/2013
12. War 8/5/2013
13. Wanda 8/5/2013
14. Viva 8/5/2013
15. Virus 8/5/2013
16. United Deluxe 8/5/2013
17. Unicorn 8/5/2013
18. Ultimo Negro 8/5/2013
19. Two Calls 8/5/2013
20. Turn The Tide 8/5/2013
21. Tung-Pei 8/5/2013
22. Tribut 8/5/2013
23. Topmodels 8/5/2013
24. Tonight 8/5/2013
25. Toledo 8/5/2013
26. To Eavesdrop 8/5/2013
27. To Block It Up 8/5/2013
28. Titbits & Refreshment 8/5/2013
29. These One's 8/5/2013
30. The Woods (Balthasar Wood And Wagon Threepwood) 8/5/2013
31. The Wooden House 8/5/2013
32. Migration (Governemental Traffic Agencies) 5/21/2013
33. Goldcurl 8/5/2013
34. Last Bastion 8/5/2013
35. The Face 8/5/2013
36. Joseph 8/5/2013
37. The Ruin Of The Crown 8/5/2013
38. 1961 8/5/2013
39. A Bit Straighter 8/5/2013
40. A Crowning Mercy 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 ...

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The Face

She opens it to the perforrmance door,
Her hair lets crisp the wind,
Shadow divides her face, the face
She stands there in the open door,
She'd greet the gipsy wind,
Her wind is the hair, the hair,
Colors plaint red-stick scarlet
Make-up paints this starlet
The Media flush it

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