Croissants Poems - Poems about Croissants

... The birds understand us, it’s true, They understand us better than men, Observe the grey heron when it is afraid, listen to the Robin Who asks to play with you, Go for the lint She doesn’t ......

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...I don’t need the sun; no friends, no car I don’t need books, no name, no telephone, I don’t need Homer, neither croissants, nor cat, I don’t need medication Neither table nor sugar, I don’t......

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...You're all invited to my party. No, not Jack or Jill or Marty. I'm inviting apple strudels, pies and tarts, the whole caboodle, custards, puddings, buttered scones (with muffins and bagels, I......

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...Willy, a wild mammoth lives in my yard Shedding head all over in clumps Neighbors come by and collect it in bales Making comforters, pillows and plush cushions They bring casseroles, carrots, cro......

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...The morning is smiling with me and the birds are singing merrily in the trees; the sun is peeping out from beyond the hill and the soft wind is blowing in the valley of time and today I will get what......

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... Bleak winter Melbourne morning, a cold wind coming in from across the Bay and blowing down the street, past the Esplanade Cafe with the smell of coffee and warm air spilling out from an o......

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...The morning breaks with chatter everywhere and dignitaries making speeches over the air, I have heard a familiar voice that I know and I was shock to know that she was part of the show. I have not se......

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...The morning started with the sound of thin raindrops beating on the roof and water trickling from the pipe is a sign of life. The dogs were out and about creating mutiny in the little town. The ea......

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...Let the moon dream, In our night sky, So your sigh, May caress its stars, Ballerina, in the rainbow hours, Your sighs bloom, Like the roses, Elegant, sweet, and rugged, Glowing upon your ve......

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...A lighthouse, With its romance, Stretches, Into ocean expanse, Stars dress the night sky, Where has my love, Sailed, For roses, and croissants, I miss her, Gazing at our moon Reynaldo Casi......

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...The midnight streets, Are empty, And the ladies, Are filled, With longings, And croissants, The moon, Has lit, Its candle, From within, And the songbirds, Are filled, With nostalgia, A......

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...When my family went camping on the farm, we were blown away by its rural charm. Beautiful views of rolling hills and pastures green, It was a sight that just had to be seen. We pitched our tent......

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...There once was a woman named Marie, The most beautiful girl I've ever seen. In the summer of June 2003, I met her once in gay Paree. We had lunch near the Eiffel Tower, Which lasted more than ha......

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...it isn’t all hard, the world I mean. there are soft things, too. it isn’t all coffee stains, shattered glasses, dead cats, and broken streetlights but sometimes it just gets so dark in the m......

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...Seated in a coffee-shop an extra-large with hot milk and a slice of decadence await her indulgence she leans forward and spontaneously reacts to her companion’s whispered observation rose-re......

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