Pierre Rausch

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

Pierre Rausch Poems

41. A Grief Ago (West Mountain Train-Lines) 8/5/2013
42. Treasuresearch 8/5/2013
43. Waterloo 8/5/2013
44. A Flocks Of Starling 8/5/2013
45. Tiebreak (Mobile Chase) 8/5/2013
46. Yankee 8/5/2013
47. What A Cruel World 8/5/2013
48. White Dove Island 8/5/2013
49. You Tremble Tonight 8/5/2013
50. Richgirl Tueday 8/5/2013
51. Daycare Center 8/5/2013
52. The Still More Baffled 8/5/2013
53. You Frighten Me 8/5/2013
54. The Beauty Of Life 8/5/2013
55. Thunder And Lightening 8/5/2013
56. The Peace Of Paradise 8/5/2013
57. Dreamland 8/5/2013
58. Ycctwwyoth 8/5/2013
59. Art 8/5/2013
60. Answer In The Sea 8/5/2013
61. The Art Of Rolling 8/7/2013
62. Spanyards 8/7/2013
63. Souvenir 8/7/2013
64. Southampton Irregular 8/7/2013
65. Something Special 8/7/2013
66. Soldiers 8/7/2013
67. Siren 8/7/2013
68. Should Lanterns Shine 8/7/2013
69. Sharpshooter 8/7/2013
70. Shadows Of Your Pride 8/7/2013
71. Shadowassured 8/7/2013
72. Secure 8/7/2013
73. Second Time 8/7/2013
74. Sea Of Galilee 8/7/2013
75. Science 8/7/2013
76. Scarlet 8/7/2013
77. Salsa Blue 8/7/2013
78. Sad Eyes 8/7/2013
79. Sacrilege I 8/7/2013
80. Sacrilege Iii 8/7/2013

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

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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