Paris Poems | Examples of Paris Poetry

Take all the way to death and took that car to the West to that car, all the way to the ing best place in the world and that was the bar where they got ing blessed with a beer. Two beers, three beers, four beers, and tequila, and they drove home drunk. And they were...

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In a world too big for one so small, You walked with pride, stood ten feet tall. A heart of gold in a dainty frame, Paris, sweet pup, we still say your name. Your paws once tapped across the floor, A rhythm we won’t hear anymore. But echoes linger in every room, A light that cuts through even gloom. Wrapped in bows or...

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Asn’t To learn of in your tomb When we won? When did you? As my family mastered speech You still cant! Because we said so, so? Diplomacy is ours And your? Whom’s Not our’s, the oar’s In the dead, they have liberty ...

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I'm all of myself, uttered at once - stuttered regret at my lack of mystery although until now I have never shared that I can whistle "The Birdie Song" perhaps I'll have unexplored depths after any...

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Walkin with Hersch up the avenue b-bop cat telling me of Paris Ginsberg and Burroughs Like he's Chris C. man And we're heading for land On crystal and coffee Dig the different cries Sirens, con men and broken People asking for change hard To tell the difference walking Pass eyes of despair like Everywhere man like everywhere You can feel the heat of the Street ain't a thing...

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spring arrives today a scatter of clouds grey parisian rains unfurl winds that twirl and hurl umbrellas in the air petticoats fly up with flair whether each parisian girl parades for whim or dare posted on March 19, 2025...

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True beauty, indeed (to the number-theorists), reveals the distribution of the primes. Beauty, too, is courage, the defiant fists of a defender whom we praise in rhymes. Beauty are oaths, that Prince Hector ofttimes keeps shielding city, child, and princess bride; ...

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As heading down the streets of Paris, I sensed the guitar strings resonating the air somewhere behind my ears. Leaves fell twirling around as if, autumn started a bit early this year. The foggy road didn't allow any lights to pass through it except for the one in the 'Scarlet Red' . Was the nature romanticising around? Or was it...

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"We are Paris" You were the shooting star filling my sky I stumbled upon you, making sparks fly You blew me a flaming passionate kiss Each breath you took I sukked your bliss Coursing my veins was the numbing sorrow You promised I would live in every tomorrow Deeply guarded walls falling down in rubble Strangling the beast & silencing our struggle Venus would...

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Paris honeymoon, boho Sleep late, let that rooster crow! Jeans and boots and off we go Coffee in a quaint bistro See the Seine and view its flow Musée d'Orsay and art nouveau Nothing rushed, we'll take it slow No fanfare, we're just layin' low A picnic with a nice bordeaux Sit and watch the flowers grow Pick some dandelions to blow Until the sunset's final...

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“Nobody`s life is a bed of roses. We all have crosses to bear and we all just do our best.” Yoko Ono ************************************************************** ...

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Happiness as the days start to unwind Pictures and videos captured in time Memories The lasting effect Tears of joy thinking about moments that we shared The way you left The last day we spent together The taste of your neck Grabbing your hips, beautifully my flame The way your bodies mixed I would’ve stayed the whole day If I knew that would be the last...

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Happiness as the days start to unwind Pictures and videos captured in time Memories The lasting effect Tears of joy thinking about moments that we shared The way you left The last day we spent together The taste of your neck Grabbing your hips, beautifully my flame The way your bodies mixed I would’ve stayed the whole day If I knew that would be the last...

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Let me tell you of a journey- from The Parthenon to Paris in the springtime - of which real year, no one knew Riding on an ostrich guided by a gilded leather bridle traveling back roads dressed in mysterious disguises using signals only ostrich riders do. The endurance of the ostrich was as equally surprising as the smoothness of its...

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To the downtrodden, the marginalized, and worn, Is this the fate that's yours to mourn? The bourgeoisie, a cabal of power and might, Gather to crush the poor, and snuff out their light. The poor, in turn, unwittingly join the fray, Oppressing themselves, in a vicious cycle of disarray. Since time immemorial, I've witnessed this sad refrain, Rarely seeing the rich and...

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