#eiffel - Hello Poetry

Some sort of checklist people have, That may be found in a photograph. It could be a one way ticket to Budapest, Or scaling the top of Mount Everest. Seeing the Eiffel Tower and Mona Lisa, Or a picture with the leaning tower of Pisa. Swimming with turtles in the Bahamas, Or exploring Peru in search of llamas. Lying on white sandy beaches in Sicily, There’s nowhere else in the world I’d rather be.

0

Feb 10, 2025

Feb 10, 2025 at 4:22 PM UTC

JMoney

Bucket List

Some sort of checklist people have, That may be found in a photograph. It could be a one way ticket to Budapest, Or scaling the top of Mount Everest. Seeing the Eiffel Tower and Mona Lisa, Or a picture with the leaning tower of Pisa. Swimming with turtles in the Bahamas, Or exploring Peru in search of llamas. Lying on white sandy beaches in Sicily, There’s nowhere else in the world I’d rather be.

10

The Eiffel Tower stabbed at a midnight as blue as an old Muddy Waters track. From a distance, its lace-iron skeleton looked like a slick and oily spider-web crowned with a glittering neon diamond. (My Grandmère's home is across the street from it). “Do you want to go climb it?” I’d asked Peter (my bf). “Naah,” he’d replied, “too crowded - what’s next?” We’ve been tourist-ing all of the big Paris sights. As we night cruised the Seine, the rivière looked dark and perilous - a phthalo-green snake slithering north westerly at six times the speed of the Nile. We took a guided tour of the Louvre - it’s a crowded fortress and you can’t see the Mona Lisa up close. We day-toured the palace at Versailles, with its ghosts of past grandeurs and revolutionary, royal beheadings. The Arc de Triomphe is just an unsafe round-about. As we Uber’d around it, I turned to Peter saying, “Joke time: What’s more dangerous: a shark or an American driver in a Paris traffic circle?”

0

Mar 12, 2024

Mar 12, 2024 at 12:03 PM UTC

anaisvionet

Paris la nuit

The Eiffel Tower stabbed at a midnight as blue as an old Muddy Waters track. From a distance, its lace-iron skeleton looked like a slick and oily spider-web crowned with a glittering neon diamond. (My Grandmère's home is across the street from it). “Do you want to go climb it?” I’d asked Peter (my bf). “Naah,” he’d replied, “too crowded - what’s next?” We’ve been tourist-ing all of the big Paris sights. As we night cruised the Seine, the rivière looked dark and perilous - a phthalo-green snake slithering north westerly at six times the speed of the Nile. We took a guided tour of the Louvre - it’s a crowded fortress and you can’t see the Mona Lisa up close. We day-toured the palace at Versailles, with its ghosts of past grandeurs and revolutionary, royal beheadings. The Arc de Triomphe is just an unsafe round-about. As we Uber’d around it, I turned to Peter saying, “Joke time: What’s more dangerous: a shark or an American driver in a Paris traffic circle?”

20

There was a lady from Eiffel Who went to her date on a cycle The Cycle it broke And her eyes they got poked Now she has a blind date with Michael ©Jeanette 27Jun2019

0

Jun 30, 2019

Jun 30, 2019 at 4:31 AM UTC

Jeanette_D

Lame Limerick

There was a lady from Eiffel Who went to her date on a cycle The Cycle it broke And her eyes they got poked Now she has a blind date with Michael ©Jeanette 27Jun2019

7

Moon shining so bright Eiffel tower standing Tall Lovers kiss and kiss

0

Mar 9, 2018

Mar 9, 2018 at 5:00 AM UTC

sunprincess

Current News Report from Paris ☆ Haiku

Moon shining so bright Eiffel tower standing Tall Lovers kiss and kiss

3

I keep dreaming of falling. Sinking through clouds and bleeding skies, The winds don't hold me and oxygen chokes me. I wish you'd taught me how to fly. Is a home still a home when your hat rack is gone? Does the sun still rise without the dawn? I'd paint the sunset, but I've lost my muse, I'd claw at my heart, but you took that too. I'd forget about you, but memories haunt me, They creep into my bed, whispering softly, Remember when we broke your mom's TV? Or our anniversary, on April Seventeenth? I'd pay for your piano lessons so you could sing to stars, Okay so maybe not stars, but surely fast moving cars? How about a trip to Eiffel Tower far off in Rome, Fine, I guess we could always see that from home. Your books don't make me smile, come back to bed, You'll be just a minute, hold on, you said, I held on to your silk quilt and fell asleep, You said you'd follow me, before I was in too deep. You should have told me you'd fall asleep differently, That I would wake, and that you would stay, I mean sure, I would have protested adamantly, But then I'd have no choice but to let you stay. I guess now we'll never get to see the Eiffel Tower, It's fine anyway; I hear the air up there is sour. And we'll never get to sing to fast moving cars, It's okay; at least this way no potential scars. I fixed your mom's broken TV screen, And I got a new apartment down in Queens, Your phone keeps on uninstalling, And I keep dreaming of falling.

0

Jan 29, 2017

Jan 29, 2017 at 1:08 AM UTC

ebo-sackey

Hannah

I keep dreaming of falling. Sinking through clouds and bleeding skies, The winds don't hold me and oxygen chokes me. I wish you'd taught me how to fly. Is a home still a home when your hat rack is gone? Does the sun still rise without the dawn? I'd paint the sunset, but I've lost my muse, I'd claw at my heart, but you took that too. I'd forget about you, but memories haunt me, They creep into my bed, whispering softly, Remember when we broke your mom's TV? Or our anniversary, on April Seventeenth? I'd pay for your piano lessons so you could sing to stars, Okay so maybe not stars, but surely fast moving cars? How about a trip to Eiffel Tower far off in Rome, Fine, I guess we could always see that from home. Your books don't make me smile, come back to bed, You'll be just a minute, hold on, you said, I held on to your silk quilt and fell asleep, You said you'd follow me, before I was in too deep. You should have told me you'd fall asleep differently, That I would wake, and that you would stay, I mean sure, I would have protested adamantly, But then I'd have no choice but to let you stay. I guess now we'll never get to see the Eiffel Tower, It's fine anyway; I hear the air up there is sour. And we'll never get to sing to fast moving cars, It's okay; at least this way no potential scars. I fixed your mom's broken TV screen, And I got a new apartment down in Queens, Your phone keeps on uninstalling, And I keep dreaming of falling.

32

Here.. I'm still under the sky but different place and ground I feel in medieval era atmosphere Seeing lots of castles with old architecture Beautiful view in Montmartre, the custom of art Pampering my eyes Autumn creates a wonderful art naturally This place like a natural canvas created by a magical brush from God's hand Though Claude Monete and Renoir aren't exist anymore I can see the blend colors of autumn with my naked eyes There is yellow, orange, red and brown such a lovely painting Let me wear jacket this day Cause the air makes me pretty cold Strolling a countryside of French Deciduous trees along village street With bird song around It's time to harvest I like pumpkins in the field Picking apples and pears in the orchard near Talcy castle French is like a gold treasure Paris in autumn this month Eiffel tower is waiting me I'm walking on the leaves carpet So crisp under my feet The maple trees above me shadowing The leaves twirling send them to dance in the air Exceedingly romantic I was sitting on bench wood Oh.. if September comes NA.2016

0

Jul 26, 2016

Jul 26, 2016 at 8:48 PM UTC

nurul-amalia

If September Comes

Here.. I'm still under the sky but different place and ground I feel in medieval era atmosphere Seeing lots of castles with old architecture Beautiful view in Montmartre, the custom of art Pampering my eyes Autumn creates a wonderful art naturally This place like a natural canvas created by a magical brush from God's hand Though Claude Monete and Renoir aren't exist anymore I can see the blend colors of autumn with my naked eyes There is yellow, orange, red and brown such a lovely painting Let me wear jacket this day Cause the air makes me pretty cold Strolling a countryside of French Deciduous trees along village street With bird song around It's time to harvest I like pumpkins in the field Picking apples and pears in the orchard near Talcy castle French is like a gold treasure Paris in autumn this month Eiffel tower is waiting me I'm walking on the leaves carpet So crisp under my feet The maple trees above me shadowing The leaves twirling send them to dance in the air Exceedingly romantic I was sitting on bench wood Oh.. if September comes NA.2016

33

A revolutionary thought, thought that provokes the mind Is despised, hated, targeted at times Ridiculed at times and punished at times Yet, as years go by, it stands tall, Tall above all Turns into pride, of the sons and daughters of the ones who despised

0

Oct 27, 2015

Oct 27, 2015 at 9:25 AM UTC

Kareshma

The Eiffel Thought

A revolutionary thought, thought that provokes the mind Is despised, hated, targeted at times Ridiculed at times and punished at times Yet, as years go by, it stands tall, Tall above all Turns into pride, of the sons and daughters of the ones who despised

7