Love Poems About French or French Love Poems
by Daniel Turner |
Categories: funny love,

If I Were the One For Nicola

If only I could make my way to Paris
To search the boulevards and rainy rues
I'd look to find my lonely heart an heiress
An Irish lass vacationing her muse

We'd find a quiet cafe' on the Seine
Where we could sit and share a laugh or two
By candlelight we'd toast with French champagne
Pretend that we were on our honeymoon

But how could I convince her I'm the one
To make all of her fantasies come true
She knows there's more to life than having fun
In Paris hearts get easily confused

I'd get down on one knee under the stars
Give her the paper ring off my cigar



   an original poem by Daniel Turner

by Arthur Vaso |
Categories: autumn, beauty, death, french, funeral, leaving,

Beautiful

Lusting the passions of a secret desire
Unwinding the mystery of my needs
Funerals are for the future
Internment I ask be deferred
Timeless is my youth
Useless is my request
At seeking eternity or at least eternal rest
End of times may seem long away
Beauty we know fades, it will happen some day

So I dream of youthful moments
Isle graveyards were far away

Holy wars and loveless scores
That a soldier must endure
A desire for peace escapes this generation and more
External forces and internal woes
Death dances at my door


Dedicated to Sara Bernhardt, who slept in her coffin amongst all her love letters.

by Frederic Parker |
Categories: kiss, love,

Anna and the French Kiss

Time is fleeting when love's guise becomes sweet
When eyes bow before beauty's silent pose
To feel the soul emerge and not retreat
With such fragrant scent from a lover's rose
When hands clasp so tender a blushing face
To search quiet realms of expectation
And kiss in dim-light from a candle's trace
And reveal ecstasy's exaltation
With a breathless pause as lips are unbound
Where eyes again will lift their eyelids slow
And share breath's softest sighs of welcomed sound
When passionate tongues give gifts they bestow
To feel palms grow warmer as they perspire
When lips are kissed from surrender's desire

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by Charmaine Chircop |
Categories: wedding

Bells Ringing-Birds Singing

Flowers in her hair
Mum shed a tear!
Long  White Dress 
Beautiful Princess!
Flowing Silk,Honey Milk!
Back Bare , Pearls to wear
Pure Fresh Air everywhere.
Tops and Tails
Bow is Black
Father tapping on Son's back,
Serene Sunny day
Candles all the way,
French Champagne
White Pigeons
on the Window Pane,
Daffodils Carnations
Congratulations  Celebrations,
Two Hearts  One Pledge,
 A Perfect Match!
Two Gold Circles without ends
Best wishes to My Friends
GIFT OF LOVE-GOD SMILING FROM ABOVE
                                                          ---------love  CHARMA

by Faye Gibson |
Categories: grandchild, grandmother, happiness, happy,

Grandma Happy

Footsteps on stairs,
little feet pounding, running,
child faces peeking round the kitchen door,
expectancy alive, dancing in their eyes.
They know that love is always here
waiting just for them.     

Each one thinks he is favorite;
in his or her own way, it is true.
Each is the most special
not for anything they say or do,
just for being.   

We have our rituals -
breakfast French toast and bacon,
back rubs and funny faces,    
movie nights,
ice cream after church,
backyard camp outs,
lots of love, laughter.   

Happy takes me by surprise
each time I look
in my grandchild’s eyes.

© September 11, 2015
Faye Lanham Gibson

by Sarah Seraphin |
Categories: love, passion, romance

French Kiss

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Sheer black lace ~

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Incense and candles aglow

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Perfumed sweeet Nectars

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Between Her silkened lips...

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Parting their pink wetness

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Upon my Loving tongue ~

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... * "French Kisss" * ...

by Arthur Vaso |
Categories: art, french, imagination, lost love, love, moon, symbolism,

Lake Vaso

Skies falling, upon the ragged heart pasquil
Tranquility ripples across the lake in plethora
She is there, in my heart, a sweet delusion
As I cross the waters wishing I was omnipotent
I drop my oars on forest floor, seeking Aurore
I run along the earth clad pathways towards the cloister
Praying that accrued love still has her beholden 
Kneeling on one knee, I look up with a glint of promise


The Lantern reflects back the softness of her eyes

by Sharon Gulley |
Categories: humor, me,

Honey Bee

Honey Bee Honey Bee bring
by your charm. Your sweet
warmth from your swarm.
Makes us some honey as 
sweet as a flower. Pile the
hive full in your golden tower.
Pancakes and muffins, and
French toast. A million ways to 
eat it, I think I love your sweet
honey, the most.

Honey Bee Honey Bee I hope
you will always want to be here. 
I will wait for you with my plate
and fork and a smile full of cheer.
I'll guard and protect you as you 
weave and I hope you never ever
want to leave.

by Perrin Peacock |
Categories: birthday, dad, daughter, light, soccer, sports, travel,

Ciel Elise

Ciel, on your birth day ‘twas true to say
Heaven’s bright light rays rain’d down from above
Fast forward to fifteen years to the day
Now it’s you that brings light, laughter, and love

Kind, calm and caring, words under control
Wait! Who’s that fleet girl in cleats with the ball?!?
Rocket shot from right wing shoots straight to goal
Through back of the net...ball, keeper and all

French horn, piano, and ukulele
Swimming with sea turtles and manatee
Beautiful music and places to stay
Your trips oft start with Airbnb

Beacon of bright light for love, hope, and peace
Sweetest of sweet hearts, our Ciel Elise

by Üzeyir Lokman Cayci |
Categories: inspirational, love, music, nostalgia,

Istanbul In My Dreams

Your expectations are carved into my eyes...
Their shapes melt in my dreams
The face seen in your postcards
Is not that of your soul Istanbul...
Living apart does not change your seas
Your waiting landscapes offer themselves
Thoughts do not remain still
Istanbul rests its weight upon my loneliness...
White fish swim in your living past
Seagulls float in your memories
Obliterated friendships stay awake till dawn
Anatolia rises from your horizons Istanbul...

by Uzeyir Lokman CAYCI
Traduit par Yakup YURT en français
French free verse translated into English free verse
by F.J. Bergmann., 2002

by Dorian Petersen Potter |
Categories: beautiful, love, poetry, writing,

A Kyrielle - the Kyrielle Style

~ A   Kyrielle~
( Kyrielle)


It is composed in quatrains line
That's not hard at all when done fine
This French style you can do right
Kyrielle is easy to write

Eight syllables per line in all
In each one you observe this call
There's rhyming all through to delight
Kyrielle is easy to write

Repeat the B in last line verse
You'll make a nice piece to diverse
And style to enjoy day or nite
Kyrielle is easy to write.


Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2011



January.02.2017


~ Author's  Notes:

The  "Kyrielle"  is   a poetry  form  or  style.

by Üzeyir Lokman Cayci |
Categories: inspirational, love, nostalgia,

They Have Woven a Net Around Us

A feeling of nearness to suffering
In our hearts
While we reduce the dimensions
Of the essence of light
With our eyes
In a local scuffle
Them
They have woven a net around us.
Bearing the pains of life
While watching the people with sullen faces
And tired thoughts
All along the years
We have heard the whistle of whips...
With well-concealed thoughts
Those
Never thought of us
And... without any mercy
Have woven a net around us.
 
by Uzeyir Lokman CAYCI
Traduit par Yakup YURT en français
French free verse translated into English free verse
by F.J. Bergmann, 2002

by Gry Christensen |
Categories: autumn, loneliness, longing, lost love, love,

From a Cafe Table

In this hour 
they called it the French lace minutes 
the sound of autumn leaves falling 
unbearable to the ear 
I slip out in the 
echoing space 
between now 
and then 
it's an insect like feeling 
that buzzes around 
too fast 
to be recognized 

then a coat slides to the ground 
heels are clapping hands with wooden floor 
ashtrays are laid to rest 

and on a bus ticket my pen is scribbling 
you are here 
you are here 
you are here


© Gry W Christensen

by Jesus De Castro |
Categories: relationship,

Unsingle

You French exit at the back door
When you laugh rolling on the floor
For me you have a lot in store
Can’t tell now but I know there’s more
 
I just find your choice perplexing
Wondering if you’re wondering
What it’s like loving and learning
I’m just here, silently waiting
 
Your busy-being-single phase
Like the cool drizzle on my face
Soon enough will vanish in space
Your way back to love, you’ll soon trace
 
Open your eyes and look at me
I know I can make you happy
I have never been this cheesy
You can give in, you can choose me

by Kurt Ravidas |
Categories: love, relationship,

I Love You But I Don'T Know Why

I love you but I don’t know why.
I love your lips which seem too thin
for a kind person, your grey-green
deceitful eyes which are too dry
and too unmerciful to cry
for broken hearts. I love your skin
which chilly whiteness is akin
to fallen snow in hot July. 

I love your blush when I begin
to talk of the engagement ring
which I allegedly have bought. 

I love you but I don’t know why
I love. The only thing that I
don't love is that you love me not.


A modified French sonnet (abba abba bbc Aac)… Hm, wait a sec, that's what I'll call you! A French abc-sonnet :3

by Panagiota Romios |
Categories: cute love, romantic,

Champagne Eyes

small French restaurant
           sparkling glasses champagne eyes
           souls in paradise




                  January 17,  2020
                    8:30a.m. PST

by Brian Strand |
Categories: childhood, nostalgia,

Sweet Memories

Nose pressed flat upto the glass,
Pockets tinkling full of brass;
Oblong jars,row on row
Candy -filled,to over flow.

Mintoes,chews and Pontefract cakes,
Limes and milk chocolate flakes;
Jelly beans and sweet love-hearts,
A few of each ,just to start.

Toffee whirls and butterscotch,
Long liquorice laces,all top-notch;
Aniseed balls,French bonbons,
Available now without coupons.

Sugared almonds and white mice,
Vanilla fudge,a penny a slice!
Just for starters a chocolate ice,
As it's going at half-price.

Barley sugar and a sherbert straw,
The shop bell tinkles as I close the door;
Is that the time! I'll have to skate,
Back into school,I can't be late.

by Panagiota Romios |
Categories: love, memory, poets,

City Lights Bookstore Memoirs



     A San Francisco Haiku Quartet



           Oh San Francisco
           Beat poets Ferlinghetti
           North Beach was our city

           Hushed conversations
           Rich coffees and biscotti
           Smothered in rich fog

           Our French cigarettes
           Then under table footsies
           Moonlit hills our home

           Cable cars singing
           Golden Gate from our window
           Heaven and stars..ours


              {In Memory of Ralph}

                 May 4, 2020
                 2:30pm PST

                English Haikus


by Rico Leffanta |
Categories: humorous,

Ruth Shall Make You Free

Americans come by the clock
A British lass just hikes her frock
The French love a tongue
The Swedes like well-hung
But Left or Right Thai knows Bangkok!

by Alfred Berggren |
Categories: emotions,

My Love - French Sonnet

Yes, ever I have known her ways are mine
and I do confess this,, I love Joan
When we talk I hear a voice low, soft tone
Can I deny the plain truth eyes do shine
If you ask me, “ami”, do I want Jane
There’s no spark starting fire in me that glows
This I will say,” pour vous”, think I not so
Past efforts made for me, did she in vain
Such I do know now, I can’t be her mate
Soon, I wish she’ll not gaze on me with hate
Forever, maid, give me your kind review
But Joan alone is for me, such is fate
In time for me don’t grieve and please don’t wait
“Sans aucun doute”the right man seeks for you.

by Melani Udaeta |
Categories: emotions, feelings, romance, writing,

Flirtation

Achingly slow the way that we kissed,
enjoying the entrapment we laid in.
You commemorated this with cursive.

The soft swirl and soft hand of cursive
matched us as the paper was kissed.
Italics bold as your tongue trucked in.

It was comforting how you creeped in
with flirtation flowing in pristine cursive.
Immortality penned the way you kissed. 

A love letter french kissed in cursive.

by Maureen McGreavy The Insolent Rib |
Categories: community, love, music,

Speaking French

Alexa, play 
"Love's In Need Of Love Today"
 by Stevie Wonder




***

by Julie Grenness |
Categories: food,

Junk Food

At McRonald's, you get what you order,
McVirgin burgers from someone's daughter,
Sluts just wanna have fun,
In a sesame seed bun!
Do you want any French fries?
Have some fertilisers and pesticides!
We're not selling these apple pies,
Because we really love you, guys, 
Here, more landfill and sulphate dioxides,
Have a nice day today,
Anyone for take away?
All in a plastic sesame bun,
Yum! Yum! Yum! Yum!

by Elaine George |
Categories: tribute,

A Tribute To Tchaikovsky's Swan Lake

The tale Tchaikovsky wove that day
Lives on and on upon a stage
Spun by  pirouettes ...and plie's
An epic story of love conveyed
Through the beauty of  ballet
 
Prince Siegfried and his Queen Odette
Who gave their lives without regret
To live forever bound together
As beautiful birds of a feather

As two swans upon a lake



Author:  Elaine C. George 

Authors note:  Plie' is  a french word 
pronounced Plee ay

by David Ranisav |
Categories: dance, desire, imagery, innocence, love, sensual, social,

Ocean Moon Gravity Dance

I stroll along the ocean shore.
Hours past the dipping sun.
The night is hot.
The air is still.
Where is that breeze?
That swaying wind
to spin this summer calm.

The day so long and the ocean rests,
yet there’s sweeping waves of rise and fall.
I’m puzzled how these waters dance.
They prance along this sandy beach.
Who leads this dance,
this mystic prance
for the wind’s
dance card is full?

I whisk my curious sense of sight,
an open turn, two-steps, 
a shuffle beyond the sky of night.
To find the moon, le danseur,
the pulling partner of this 
French ballroom dance tonight.