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ghost queen May 2019
tes beaux yeux bleu me rappelle du ciel
tes lèvres rouge son comme une rose en printemps

your beautiful blue eyes remind me of heaven
your red lips are like rose in the springtime
fur meine Schatzi
Gandy Lamb Apr 2019
À sept heures, Karim prépare son sac.
Karim parle de sa routine du lundi.
Explique å quelle heure il fait des choses illustrées.
Imagine that you write an advice column for the school newspaper.
This week you're responding to a letter from a student whose daily routine is so boring that it is affecting the student's work and overall mood.
Write the sthdent a letter in which you recommend several creative and unusual ways to spice up his or her daily routine.
Je fais ma toilette.
Je me couche.
Au revoir.
Dedicated to my heroes, John DeMado, Séverine Champeny, Marie Ponterio, and Robert Ponterio.
Amy Duckworth Apr 2019
L’amour est pour ceux qui veulent prendre le risque et essayer.
I really like the French language and I felt like writing something in it since I have been learning it for a while too! Have a nice day or night!
dani Apr 2019
L’eau tranquille
Je me perds
Dans l’infinité
Du reflect d’un moment
C’est quand tu es
Dans ce moment l’a ;
Le plus vulnérable
Tu t’es trouvé
Vulnerability

Still waters,
I lose myself
In the endlessness
Of a moment reflected.
It is when
You are in that moment there;
The most vulnerable
You find yourself
Chase Parrish Mar 2019
March do we, along the ash and cyprus
While contemplating natures of the moor.
So very full of life, and also death.

Briefly glancing round, the bog seems lifeless,
To walk so alert, danger life obscures
March do we, along the ash and cyprus

But after observation, I confess
Quite lively lies our grand mud-soaked detour.
So very full of life, and also death.

Every creature here exudes unkindness,
And any of them might our death ensure.
March do we, along the ash and cyprus

Yet still, I find their number in excess
Than places having more growth, and verdure.
So very full of life, and also death.

So now my new perspective does egress
Much different than it ever did before.
March do we, along the ash and cyprus
So very full of life, and also death.
This was using a prompt for the weekly challenge in a discord I'm a member of, but I didn't submit it because I finished it late. We were supposed to quite a poem about duality. This is also the third poem in my ****** Journal series. Check out my page for the other poems in the collection, and free feel to check out the discord. https://discord.gg/HmgMbq7  As always comments and critiques are appreciated.
Chase Parrish Mar 2019
I remember how the sky cried
The mournful day my Nene died.
It sobbed and grieved; thought not prolonged.
Soon sunlight, through the darkness, dawned
As thought the tears had simply dried.

At once I wondered, scornfully, "Why?"
How dare you cease your crying, Sky!
How simply could the world go on?
Then I remembered...

My struggle, isn't her's. It's mine.
I hurt because I'm left behind.
For she, you see, has moved along
A better place she's set-upon.
Therefore, with mourning cast aside,
I'll remember.
A couple of days ago my grandmother on my dad's side passed away, and I wanted to write a poem about it.
Tatiana Mar 2019
Avant ce jour,
j'ai célébré mon coeur
avec des champs de fleurs,
avec des danses sans peur.

Avant ce jour,
j'ai célébré mon esprit,
avec la chanson d'un canari,
avec la sorcellerie.

Avant ce jour,
j'ai vécu une vie de rêve.

Mais ce jour est venu,
et mon coeur est devenu inconnu.
I thought i'd put my french skills to the test and create a poem in french. I mostly just attempted to keep a rhyme scheme more than anything else. All mistakes are my own.
English translation:

Before this day
I celebrated my heart
with fields of flowers
with dances without fear

Before this day
I celebrated my mind
with the song of a canary
with witchcraft

Before this day
I lived a life of dreams.

But, this day has come
and my heart has become unknown.
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