Paris Poems

Paris poems that are original and profound. Explore a brilliant collection of paris poetry that you can’t stop reading. These poems on paris are published by poets from all over the world and are sure to keep you High On Poems!

Fly Me To Paris

Fly Me To Paris long poem

Well once in a lifetime someone comes along Like an angel sent from Heaven to bring you Out of the darkness and gives a new meaning To your dreams… Well and it’s now I know I am a better person

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Poems containing references to : Paris

The Heart Of A Male Romantic

The Heart Of A Male Romantic short poem

The heart of a male romantic expresses his feelings born from his own pen rather then purchased in a card He is moved to comfort the one who holds his adoring gaze He will make her feet float softly on

Defeating Evil

Defeating Evil short poem

The air whirled around in circles. Dried leaves whistled beneath my feet. Something was trying to delay me. Something strange was afoot. Rain started to drip, drip, drip. Then torrents down on my face. I was surely getting the message.

Never ending Love

Never ending Love short poem

My love for you will never cease. I hope your life is filled with peace. By day’s end, when night is near, You, my sweet, have nothing to fear. I will walk with you always, forever more. so your feet

Helen Of Troy

Helen Of Troy prose poem

She was considered to be the daughter of god her beauty was praised in all abroad she was the one with a strange innocence with a bit of ignorance it is believed she emerged from an egg as her father

Love And Lather

Love And Lather short poem

Come and I will let you love me too, Make it short and fine till it interests, Till the white old hair on my chin Stings your core to despise and move far. Make love with lather on your hands

And All Things Move Closer To Their End

And All Things Move Closer To Their End long poem

The air was thin, while the room was hot, My eyes scanning, spotting the warm glow of a dress, She whizzed and whirled, her youthful gait attendant to my plot, Two legs in unison, eyes like gilded jewels, breasts like

Longing

Longing short poem

Oh God I don’t believe you for irretrievable sins in me. My grandchild was asking why did you have to go? I had no answer. My eyes were damp. Okay, cannot hold you grandpa, will you come again? I was

Mirroring Words

Mirroring Words short poem

Wandering and Searching, Catching a glimpse of you sometimes In a child’s innocent laughter Bubbling delightfully like a mountain spring But your heart hidden away somewhere Deep in the darkest confines of a forest. Sometimes you’re just another face in

Munch

Munch long poem

Fahrenheit mid twenties on dole skint Saturdays bordered in black and white diamond linoleum. Lost in days. I acridly observe the English countryside on a coffee table pamphlet. My minds unbridled in those munching country lanes. But sometimes it’s Lost,

Ode To The Gone

Ode To The Gone ode

The bushes, I remember, have been there in the tales of my love! The breath, the tears, and the aura of virgin forest – The art, the sighs, the darkness, the motorcycle, the roads, the unending journeys, have been there!

I’m Too High

Im Too High short poem

Totally lost in you…am I too high? I have to hold myself back, sigh! I wish I could crash in to you and die I don’t miss you, yes it’s a lie! The bling in your eyes make me smile,

Ode To The Gone

Ode To The Gone long poem

The bushes, I remember, have been there in the tales of my love! The breath, the tears, and the aura of virgin forest – The art, the sighs, the darkness, the motorcycle, the roads, the unending journeys, have been there!

Menu

Menu short poem

Service was slow everyone else seemed to be getting their food everyone else was white three slim girls dressed for public school, jeans and tennis shoes hair braided, teeth perfect asking the waiter could they have their water refilled and

The Mighty Words

The Mighty Words long poem

I am a word, the word that came from God, careful how you use me. The creation spoke through ages with so much wisdom, and till today I am alive and live among you, I am not afraid of anyone,

Only Love

Only Love long poem

We know this world is the devil’s playground And he will do anything to turn people away From our Lord and savior Jesus Christ almighty But good will always conquer evil so have heart And let the bright white light

Failure

Failure short poem

I saw it as you might see an accident – you’ve saved up all your life for a trip to France not going to Paris but up in Brittany where the family came from long ago never dreaming they’d turn

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Did It To Myself

Did It To Myself short poem

I don’t know why I did it to myself that I saw you as my life I loved you so much – wanting you as my wife. But I ended up no-where only hurting myself Hurting myself here with this

Lines

Lines short poem

Look at these lines – fishing for compliments – Hooked, they drag us back. Leave us squirming on the dry bank: Palpitating, bruised from the fight. Removing the pin from the mouth It’s a painful business. But worthwhile. Who’ll throw

Midnight Demon’s Ditty

Midnight Demons Ditty long poem

Restless, I rummage, I ruminate, I rile T’is dark, the world slumbers yet here I lie Tossing, turning, the shrill clock tick-tocking Midnight amplifying a roar of whispers inside Silly, frilly girl, a voice cackles a criminal cry Breathes a

“One Ring” – Made An Amazing Golden Moment

“One Ring” – Made An Amazing Golden Moment long poem

One ring from “My Friend”, Nice to hear can join a team outing, But “Am Not” part of that team, Curious to know which place- It’s “HONNEMARUDU”, “One Ring”– Made an Amazing Golden Moment with Nature!! With the blessings of

The Land Of Sunsets

The Land Of Sunsets short poem

Time goes by. As slowly as a grain of sand. Excruciatingly so, as I lie Awaiting you to understand. The colours filling the horizon, Are not just pretty sights. To some they are, The path of dream lights. To some

A Simple Life

A Simple Life elegy

The old log cabin in the woods half hidden by the evergreens, a cozy home once filled with hope, was now a box of broken dreams. A tired body, tired mind, and lonely heart was all she had. The man

Tears Of Man

Tears Of Man short poem

Tears of Man You have the right to remain silent. Do you make the choice or remain violent? Do you evolve and become more civilized? Or do you choose to stay belligerent? You choose to be healthy, like you are

Created Equal

Created Equal ode

Modern calculations Life complications Are not real Illusions, no facts There is no deal Nature wisely reacts. Created equal Within a cycle Inferior, no one is Superiority is a fake mental buzz Sharing, freedom and respect Of individuality is my

Endless Road

Endless Road short poem

We are all in a race, the race for being first, From childhood we have been told you have to come first or your life will be as meaningless as dust. People are struggling to be appreciated and be known,

We Hope

We Hope short poem

We hope for eternity We hope for relief We hope for peace We hope for change Our hopes shattered Our hopes shredded Our hopes shambled Our hopes shortened We still hope not to die We still hope not to ail

Revising

Revising short poem

The fleshless hands lift the obscene violence of man for life after. The vacant eyes will search for the keys to open the sea of blood, faltering on umbrella of imitation rain of democracy. Age reaches the wolf’s den I

Violent End

Violent End short poem

Crush of holy hands on blue skin of a flame was the wet revenge of a withering rose. That defiant streak bursts with knowledge of a sin. White and black, this was me and my unwrapped flesh. Dirty glory of

Human Limits

Human Limits short poem

There’s a kid somewhere in a town you’ve never heard of sitting in a prefabricated movie theater or maybe one old and rickety haunted by the adhesion of a million spilled and sticky substances lost within their own great thoughts

Looking Up

Looking Up short poem

I am no better then anyone else, but I do know I love myself, but I did not always love me, I had to remove some things for me to see, I grew up in the slums of south Philly,

A Note From Heaven

A Note From Heaven short poem

No more tears darling daughter Dad loves your tingling laughter. It pains to see you whine and cry To console you with a hug,I try But you know that it is far As now I am a twinkling Star. No

Midnight Friendship

Midnight Friendship short poem

You called me at midnight the other day And told me you can’t sleep I yelled at you for waking me up Hung up the phone Went back to bed And this time I couldn’t. So I called you back

Newspaper Distribution

Newspaper Distribution short poem

By mid month I won’t even tell them that this is is last month’s issue The election calendar has not changed since then Prioritize our distribution with a few hundred a couple hundred more to develop the readership on the

Emily

Emily short poem

Emily was a recluse a quiet introvert she sat alone penning poems wrought with pain and hurt a lady great I do relate I too crave solitude though in her verse she did not curse and mine sometimes are crude

Endlessly Enchanting- The Valley Of Flowers

Endlessly Enchanting  The Valley Of Flowers short poem

Right in the lap of dark blue hills With backdrop of snow capped peaks Blooms this fascinating garden Reflecting vibrance of Nature The mystique of flowery abundance Wraps the landscape in a charm With colors alluring and bright And sweet

Anything Is Possible.

Anything Is Possible. prose poem

Where did you come from? Every ancestor you ever had, had to beget with who they begot. If any link in the chain begot with someone different. If someone turned left instead of right. You’d not be here today. By

Winter

Winter short poem

We wake to the rumbling thunder of blood, Pumping hearts, twisted hearts, this shadow and I Squeeze into the thick silences of trees. Now the dark lights of Christmastide afflict us Twilight memories drift, flux and flicker In this breeze

A Poem From Mud Poetry By Doug Jackson

A Poem From Mud Poetry By Doug Jackson elegy

And with a gust of defeat; the future seems familiar. Has the oneness forgotten about me? The interconnectedness of futile Embellishments followed by straights of garbage, lack-luster trash, soul-less sirens of shit-laced spines, irrelevance, trains without brakes. Exposure, death, the

A Certain Age

A Certain Age short poem

If I forget spring, bruise my face with grass to meld with soil in prescience of later ritual. If I forget summer, drip on my tongue the blood of fresh berries, and the insolent taste of mint. If I forget