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Poem Details | by arthur vaso |
Categories: beautiful, love, paris, romance,

Little Paris

Petite Paris

A little love
A little kiss
A little death
In the arms of a lover

Un petit café
Along the Sienne
How I dream
How I wish for just a little

Of your love

Poem Details | by arthur vaso |
Categories: love, music, paris, solitude,

Spring Waltz

Fragrances and bouquets
Morning dewdrops
The rising sun
Throwing promises
As Gaiety sings
Young lovers kissing 
As the rose buds bloom
Rain drops caressing
Memories floating
Past and present meld
In the coming of spring
A butterfly
Plays with my strings
Éclairs to savor
As eyes kiss eyes
I take hold of you
Dear spring
We twirl you and I
Young and old
Musical chairs 
Lovers wed and bed
I smile at the sweet scent
Cane in hand
Off I go
A blind man
Who waltzes in the spring

Poem Details | by arthur vaso |
Categories: gothic, imagery, introspection, paris, philosophy, sad love,

Lady of Paris

Into the night I marched
Into deaths grip I fell

Musical notes running after me
Violins weeping afterwards

Stars fading into matter
Nothing matters without love

Lights shine over there
Can I reach or do I dare?

I can’t get out of this repressive chair
I can’t stand the people whom stare

My mind is all wrapped in shrouds
Hiding within the skies dark clouds

My smiles stolen by royalty golden
Now my tears flow as I weep

Is there any hope to keep?
Or am I doomed to deaths grip so deep

Gargoyles yelping for their fare
Me, dangling from the air

Aurore are you there?............

Poem Details | by Milan Georges Burovac |
Categories: desire, fairy, first love, innocence, miracle, paris, truth,

Heart of Paris

I am from another galaxy 
all a romance in the heart of Paris 
all a mystery without desire 
all a lost phantasm 
all a film of being 
where art is in the spiritual thread 
so that every love to be eternal

Poem Details | by David Aaron |
Categories: humor, i love you, metaphor, nostalgia, pain, paris, wife,

Twenty five

Paris gave us much
from romance to this plaster
white Eiffel Tower

Poem Details | by Milan Georges Burovac |
Categories: addiction, adventure, america, desire, funny love, i love you, paris,

Paris forever

choose this sun
you will have the body
I will be your skin

your city elsewhere
Paris I tell to him

here with me
Paris forever

us - bread and wine
us - street and air

Paris our love

Poem Details | by arthur vaso |
Categories: art, flower, french, heart, lost love, paris, seasons,

Aurore Jaquinot

Aurore velvet desires stare captivated I linger thoughts cultivated in a wine glass can I drink her?

Poem Details | by Jerry Golden |
Categories: adventure, art, life, lost love, music, people, song-autumn, life, love, paris,

paris by night

this morning is falling burning into a sunset an autumn decision you and I will never forget joy by day paris by night i'm there love by the hour Paris is ours evening breeds new life a moment of twilight a horizon of heavenly means I love you like life loves itself joy by day paris by night yes dear i'm there love me by the hour and paris is ours i'm down too often like a child awaiting his scars to soften hopelessly a pedestrian walking a way from traffic it could happen, indefinitely i'll take paris by day and love by night i was there long enough to love you by day and surrender by nightfall "there is joy by day if you can take paris by nightfall"

Poem Details | by arthur vaso |
Categories: art, dream, heart, longing, love, paris, romantic,

Love Letter

I do not know her
I daydream of her
who writes me love letters

Poem Details | by PEDROS FERNANDES |
Categories: beauty, children, i love you, paris,


Daniel JR search where do the wind goes 
Well you do
I want a kiss from you 
Twice softly and sweetly Mon Amour 
How will your father coquettishly do  
Came in if you have a chance, something pops up- thanks for trying
Cabs are yellow silver and blue
White Grey as your Eyes
Be good no lies
Us is Us 
Yours Heart Mine Is 
There's no fines for
only in mailing
I am stuck on thy beauty
and classy Catherine SR nurturing 
All Lucky

Poem Details | by Vee Bdosa |
Categories: lost love, paris,

Young Love In Paris

I wander down each dark, forgotten street,
some not a lamp be lit to show the way
the very heart of Paris--at my feet,
where lovers go to hide from light of day

and still your love it follows me until,
my very heart is crushed by all the pain
just watching lovers have and take their fill
of flesh and joy of loving once again;

the sounds of love come closing in on me
from out the dark--they breath into my mind
reminders of the way we used to be
when Paris wasn't just a dream to find;

  I'll make believe--some girl is you--and then
   continue searching for the way we've been.
© ron wilson arbuthnot
aka Vee Bdosa the Doylestown poet

Poem Details | by Julie Smith |
Categories: beautiful, cute love, happy, paris, romantic, summer, sweet,

Because of you

In a little street café
Summer's ending, fall begins
Paris, the best place to be
Because of you and nothing else

Poem Details | by Milan Georges Burovac |
Categories: beautiful, beauty, celebrity, fashion, love, muse, paris,

The great Parisian model

to a sweet navel of glutinous oracle
sticks the fairytale makeup
because the model caressed the tree
since the model recognizes the apple
as the model eats the grass
a carrot from Hollywood paradise
a green salad with organic smelly

Poem Details | by Milan Georges Burovac |
Categories: june, loneliness, love, music, paris, peace, summer,

Solstice 19439,11

possibly later in the street 
my sad voice by the symphony of Paris 
because I sing the loneliness 
and meditation on the long days 
with the holy hope 
for universal peace 
for eternal liberty

Poem Details | by Vee Bdosa |
Categories: black african american, life, love, relationship, romance, romantic, love,

A Paris Love Affair - Monsieur L'Vampyre

     A Paris Love Affair - MONSIEUR L'VAMPYRE 
I must confess to nights of indiscreet
but Madam, my intent was having fun,
and now your eyes tell me, as sure they meet,
what you desire is more than love has done;

does not your heart lean to a burning flame
as much as what your life's accustomed to?
For any fool to play this losing game,
they've got to need the bite as much as you;

and so you choose to look so very deep
to raise the heat in me, and make me know
that what you want's a love you will not keep
more than a night or two--and then you go.

   What is it you desire? I must submit,
   or all my life I'll be regretting it!
© ron wilson aka vee bdosa the doylestown poet

Poem Details | by Andrew Crisci |
Categories: anger, courage, death, freedom, french, grief, light, love, paris, peace,


Humanity grieves with Paris, comforting her with sympathetic eyes;
the brutal attacks of November have reunited the City of Lights:
pictures, flowers and candles can attest!
Let the strongest ones seek revenge, and capture the fleeing coward;
always pray for freedom, pray for world peace and feel so empowered: 
sing your Anthem, put your anger to rest!

Poem Details | by Vee Bdosa |
Categories: lost love, love, lust, paris, passion,

Cold Night In Paris - Monsieur L'Vampyre

There's never been another dark on earth
quite like the dark of Paris under snow,
where love, it comes and goes, for what it's worth,
and no demands are made, when time to go.

Where lovers slip into the hiding night,
oblivious to cold or freezing rain,
anticipating love, that surely might
warm up their lives for just a night, again.

And love's a little warmer, from the cold;
it makes two hearts to join and keep a beat;
and warms the lives of both the young and old,
who find their love with-in their body heat.

Though easy comes the love--they hold it dear,
without it cold is something they would fear.
© ron wilson aka Vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet

Poem Details | by James Horn |
Categories: loneliness, love,

Place in Paris

Place in Paris

Place in Paris
Was meant to scare all of us
God forbid it did.

Was found in his heart
Love for her but now apart
So sad from the start.

What can there be done?
Realize God is Holy one
Place our sins upon.

Father who is pure
He all my sins can endure
Always know for sure.

James Serious Mysterious Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet

Written after hearing a husband who had
lost his wife at the tragic theater. He is 
now left with an 18 month old child to
raise all by himself. Jim Horn

Poem Details | by Courtney Courtney |
Categories: absence, america, anger, angst, boyfriend, conflict, confusion, emotions, hate, heartbroken, heaven, history, how i feel, husband, i love you, kiss, leaving, life, loneliness, longing, loss, lost, lost love, love, lust, miss you, missing, pain, paris, passion, people, poetry, romance, romantic,

Going Fast

Caught with glances past
Holding memories going fast
Faces lost pasts caught
I am sorry but I have no memory 
Of any times with you

As good as you look
Your only a odd felt hook
And what we had is now only you
As I open a new book
You would be some thing new

Yes I remember
But theres nothing that I feel
Here to remind me, nothing now here to do
I have nothing but pains for the memory
Your not even a fact or a smell
So untill you are actually bold
I will count you as cold
Some where in a dream I can't hold

Poem Details | by Robert Pettit |
Categories: love, travel,

Kissing in Paris

Here we are kissing by the River Seine. It’s something I’d like to do over again. If it’s something you and I can afford, I would like to kiss you at the Place de la Concorde. Both of us can make the Eiffel Tower seem like we are climbing a giant flower. Oh, this is a moment divine. Here, your kisses are as sweet as wine. Kissing you is such a wonderful delight, when it is done in the City of Light.

Poem Details | by Julie Smith |
Categories: crazy, forgiveness, lost, lost love, love, paris, weather,

Bad Paris Weather

I would give my heart for you
Write you an endless letter
I would trade the world's sunshine
For bad Parisian weather

I hope you sometimes miss me
Though I know you don't
I'd beg you to forgive me
Though I know you won't

I know I said some crazy ****
And I can't take it back
But if you ever think of me
I'll think of you right back

Poem Details | by chris bowen |
Categories: art, , sweet love,

paris hilton

silky sweet lover
shame on me for growing up
i did not know love

Poem Details | by Milan Georges Burovac |
Categories: america, life, love, muse, mythology, paris, travel,


she is wine
and the pink bread
my cake besides

what is already her first name
the name of her fanciful desire

I am part of the sky
where her mind vibrates

I will be the soul of the honey
in this free drunkenness

our eternal love

Poem Details | by MaryAnn R. |
Categories: adventure, art, light, love, relationship, travel, write,


Often when I thought of you,
Paris was my first recollection.

 "la ville-lumière" 

similar to the flame you lit in me
the city where it has ruptured in art
but, in comparison to the person you are 
you make it all seem so insignificant 
the golden glow that shined on the stones 
as if the radiance like the one in your eyes 
the history of your composition
could captivate the frigid
you were a bit of the old and the new
a breath of fresh air 
with every aspect of solidity life could offer
with a goût of romance and utmost elegance

our eyes fixated on the identical spot
cigarette lit in both hands,
if only Paris could bring us closer.

Poem Details | by jan oskar hansen |
Categories: cute love, dad, dance, dark, daughter,

Paris Sonnet

Paris Sonnet 
 I visited Paris a few days ago went into a café 
And ordered a cream cake, the slice was huge 
And had a yellow liquid on top, I was assured 
It was sweaty sugar.
Tiny footsteps
No, it was decoration 
Made by an artistic baker and a fork 
I have diabetes should not eat sugary things
Put a serviette over the cake, drank my coffee and left. 
The river Seine was still high

I just this morning read that Paris has a plaque of rats 
Discerning taste prefers cake shops and why not
Who wants to live in that dirty river blind lovers 
Think are romantic.