"bonjour" poems
meet me where our souls do
where the breath you've held is freed
where your old soul finds
peace.
where me and you become 'we'.
meet me
so i can tell you how i love the dance your hair does,
how i adore the curve of your shoulders,
how i hold on to every word you speak.
meet the way you make me explode into tiny pieces of colourful glass
meet the way i am constantly overwhelmed with the art that is you
meet this.
bonjour. enchantée.
-s.c
Jul 12, 2015
Jul 12, 2015 at 3:07 PM UTC
Bonjour, hello to this French revolution, where people fought against the corrupted monarchy and created a new constitution. Hunger, no rights and no respect, they could not seem to solve it peacefully, so they cut off Louis the XVI neck. Marie Antoinette was a heartless greedy ***** she stole the people's food, so now she deserves some punishment, this is a historical moment for these people which they would soon cement. They started the Reign of Terror, which some may say was a costly and unnecessary error. Millions of people were killed and most were wrongly accused, their used to be equality, liberty, and fraternity, but all people saw was death, which is something not to be amused. The French Revolution where the third class fought the monarchy, so everyone could have true equality, liberty, and fraternity. Then came a guy named Napoléon who changed their wicked ways, he founded new ideas which created the future you see today. I know he wasn't exactly the best, he crowned himself the emperor, which no one had a say on, he pretended to respect the church and have meritocracy but really he was just a con, deceiving people as if they were just a couple of pawns. Napoléon is a wimp, he cost millions of lives, he also abandoned his armies multiple times, he may be one of the, greatest strategist's in the world, but really he's just a waste of time. Napoléon should have figured out not to attack Russia at winter time, it never worked out before so why would it work this time. He may be a symbol of France and the greatest self proclaimed emperor, but he died because of his pride just like Maximillian Robespierre. That was the end of the French Revolution, they slowly lost their power but they still hold onto their republican constitution. So aurevoir for now, bon voyage to you grande revolution, till your next controversial decisions and solutions.
May 28, 2014
May 28, 2014 at 9:25 AM UTC
I cannot look at you, Mme Cotillard.
You are too Paris to me, too Parisian. Far too French.
Much different from Français je sais.
Your voice, when speaking what i know,
Remains elegantly mischievous; playfully mysterious.
I cannot look at you, Mme Cotillard.
The bags under your eyes, i know.
They're blue with longing wonder.
They are so French. I know because i've kissed
Their cheeks in greeting, both left and right.
I see them in my mirror and say "bonjour, comment ça va?"
I cannot look at you, Mme Cotillard.
I know your face too well.
It reminds me of the photos i've thrown away
Je ne sai quoi.
I cannot look at you,
Mme Marion Cotillard.
Mar 3, 2017
Mar 3, 2017 at 11:40 AM UTC
The streets of Paris -
the long walks
in the drizzle of rain
the lamp posts
and the ornate structures
are not quite as beautiful
when you're holding
her hand.
No Eiffel tower
can tell you
how much I love you
The warm waft
of a croissant
is not enough
even when washed down
with hot chocolate
to take away
this bitter taste.
The Pont de l'Archeveche,
the love lock bridge.
they say the padlock
symbolises eternal love
throwing the key
into the river
binds us
everlasting.
But just like the key
you are gone
forever.
Feb 4, 2014
Feb 4, 2014 at 8:38 AM UTC
Bonjour mon coeur, bonjour ma douce vie.
Bonjour mon oeil, bonjour ma chère amie,
Hé ! bonjour ma toute belle,
Ma mignardise, bonjour,
Mes délices, mon amour,
Mon doux printemps, ma douce fleur nouvelle,
Mon doux plaisir, ma douce colombelle,
Mon passereau, ma gente tourterelle,
Bonjour, ma douce rebelle.
Hé ! faudra-t-il que quelqu'un me reproche
Que j'aie vers toi le coeur plus dur que roche
De t'avoir laissée, maîtresse,
Pour aller suivre le Roi,
Mendiant je ne sais quoi
Que le vulgaire appelle une largesse ?
Plutôt périsse honneur, court, et richesse,
Que pour les biens jamais je te relaisse,
Ma douce et belle déesse.
2.5k
Bonjour
buon giorno
guten morgen
despabílate amor y toma nota:
sólo en el tercer mundo mueren cuarenta mil niños por día
en el plácido cielo despejado flotan los bombarderos y losbuitres
cuatro millones tienen sida
la codicia depila la amazonia
buenos días good morning
despabílate
en los ordenadores de la abuela onu no caben más cadáveres de ruandalos fundamentalistas degüellan aextranjeros
predica el papa contra los condones
havelange estrangula a maradona
bonjour monsieur le maire
forza italia buon giorno
guten morgen ernst junger
opus dei buenos días good morning hiroshima
despabílate amor que el horror amanece
2k
I didn't say a word
but it was a race,
You know?
And on the path in the forest
Switzerland is Germany is Montreal is Home
and that makes sense.
And the people smile and nod
Smile and say Bonjour
And who among us is fastest?
Who will make it to the top?
I arrive all alone
and that makes sense.
And the city smiles and nods
Smiles and says Bonjour
And I know,
You know?
I know how
Switzerland is Germany is Montreal is Home
And nothing has ever been more clear
Than that fact, and the wind at the top of Mount Royal, and the diamond breath that left my lungs, and the diamond sweat that left my brow
So I smile and nod
Smile and say Bonjour
Because Home is Montreal
is Germany
is Switzerland
and that makes sense.
Sep 8, 2014
Sep 8, 2014 at 10:19 PM UTC
lady z,
now who could that be?
A lady with personality
for everyone to see.
Lady and teacher
and sometimes even a preacher,
artist with passion
impossible to even reach her.
Controller of little brats
it's sometimes hard to miss
paitient and mild with them
would others would scream with ludacris.
Others would hide and sream 'here is lady z!'
but others would just giggle and greet
'bonjour mo cherry!'
Aug 26, 2013
Aug 26, 2013 at 11:25 AM UTC
If it is sunny in Europe
The Dutch caws of misunderstood will hallow my pestle and mortar skull to round tinnitus into song;
The French Fries will come with mayonnaise in a Bruges cafe,
Light lines tracing dust in cycled prose.
Light lines tracing medieval footsteps on a Roman road.
Bonjour, old world.
Mon nom est Kyran.
Feb 28, 2013
Feb 28, 2013 at 3:05 PM UTC
Bonjour, mon amour.
What brings you here
at such a late hour?
Ah, I see. Your heart
has been broken. Many
have before yours and many
will after. Well, comment ça va?
Not too good? It would be
a miracle if you did feel
well.
Have some gin and some
sellotape. Patch up that heart.
Have a fresh start. Give me
a smile that can stretch a
mile.
Look to the stars, mon amour,
and see them shining.
Half of them are already
dead and gone but their light
makes such an impression, we
see them for years after.
Look at the ground, mon amour,
and watch the ants at work.
They never falter even when there
are obstacles in their way.
They just get on by.
So, mon amour,
Have some gin and some
sellotape. Patch up that heart.
Have a fresh start. Give me a
smile that can stretch a
mile.
Look at me, mon amour,
See these eyes that shine so bright?
Do you think they shine with laughter
or tears?
See these lines, across my face?
Are they the crinkles of worry or smile?
Look in the mirror, mon amour,
and tell me what it reflects.
You say you see yourself?
Look closer.
Now what do you see?
I thought so.
My, oh my, mon amour,
Have some gin and some
sellotape. Patch up that heart.
Have a fresh start. Give me a
smile that can stretch a
mile.
Au revoir, mon amour.
Leaving so soon?
I hope you think it through.
Remember what I have said
and spread the word.
Do not have a heavy
heart. Bonne nuit and sleep well.
Life doesn't last forever
so enjoy it whilst you can.
Jan 9, 2012
Jan 9, 2012 at 12:12 PM UTC
WELCOME
To planet earth;
Abode of the free willed
Of men whom **** land of the cursed.
GREETING'S
From planet technology;
Wherein mankind's forgotten themselves
They loveth ****** horror, dreary scene's, noone else.
BONJOUR
A message to anyone who seeith;
A concoction of disaster, nuclear bomb's;
Gang's, mob's, political master's.
CHAÍRETE
Cometh on in, greedy men
Get greedier;
Ninety-nine percent, just one left to plot and grin.
KUMUSTA
Don't forget to view ourn land;
Stolen, controlled, ruined, hellion in Armani suit's;
Turneth river's into poison, mountain's into sand.
HOLA
No need to rescue us
No time left, were doomed with demonic consent
This purgatory long ago, left God in the dust.
HELLO
Art thou ready for the end soon;
As angel's of wrath art to release the bowl's
Of prediction's long ago, oh head filled up to much? No room.
WELCOME TO PLANET EARTH
A PLACE OF SIN;
STITCHED IN AT BIRTH...........
©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
Sep 15, 2015
Sep 15, 2015 at 11:28 AM UTC
She wears strength and darkness equally well,
Like a sunflower who stands through dust to see the light,
Growing up she was always half goddess and half hell,
Wrapped around her finger like under they’re under a spell,
Every man she’s encountered truly smitten by her sight,
She wears strength and darkness equally well,
Foreign and intricate, “Bonjour mademoiselle”
Men; tons of them but none, fit her quite right,
Growing up she was always half goddess and half hell,
Unique and earthy like an iridescent seashell
But also prudent with a deadly snakebite,
She wears strength and darkness equally well,
With a blazing fire in her soul as pure Noël,
That will keep you warm through the night,
She wears strength and darkness equally well,
Growing up she was always half goddess and half hell.
~d.v
Mar 4, 2016
Mar 4, 2016 at 12:06 AM UTC
If only I had the time
to run through every street
every corner and every road
in the heart of the city
and leave my fingerprint
on every weary building
before I go away.
At least I could say
Yeah, I've touched lives
I left my mark
And so what if it may fade
If the rain comes pouring
And the wind starts blowing
And I get lost again.
Everything was still,
painted in black and white
when the moon looked at me,
keep swimming; it whispered
in that ocean of lucid dreams
drink it in or drown in it
just stay in the water.
And I awoke with a jolt,
my eyes settling slowly
on the dim silhouette
peaking through the curtains;
"Bonjour, le Soleil" I whispered
And I was found once more,
by the only light I knew.
Jul 7, 2013
Jul 7, 2013 at 11:16 PM UTC
Bonjour, mon Cheri, mon petit Chou!
The doorbell rings with a solemn telegram:
- this just in -
I am exactly like most girls - in civilizations lost, or civilizations in other civilizations, Italy hiding in Toronto and a government hiding in a shameful self-promotion, and 20 seconds later I'm a poly-sci major (incorrigible!)
- 911! 911! 911! 911!
What's my emergency? What's YOUR emergency? But really, what is my emergency? And when it comes to that, What's in an emergency - an aristocracy in high-waisted shorts, an ice cream social (media) scream - lets back the car out and park and loop and inevitably end up in a straight line caterpillars away from
(The truth) - (but more of that later)
Cross-continental cigarette and now I'm running out of material to trade it for. I am lonely, can't you see? A fair trade, for a night with me-
**** me so hard I can't walk, **** me over so bad I can't detour a one-track mind)
I am not the one Hemingway prepared you for, I will not blow smoke rings in Spain or wander the streets of Paris, I will sit right here lounging in a plaid vinyl sinkhole and carry myself with delusions of grandeur
(Beyond novels unread - yet sadly written - by the unwashed and falsely educated masses)
Life as an existential film, life as woe is me in backwards bus terminals. Life as when you marry someone you hate and life as cold tempura on a booze-stained tablecloth. Pass the peas, please.
Oct 1, 2013
Oct 1, 2013 at 11:38 PM UTC
There are so many ways
to say goodbye
‘Hellos’ are but a few
there’s ‘adieu’ and ‘farewell’
just to mention one or two
*‘Catch you later
…alligator’*
there are much, and many more
of ‘Bye byes’
than of ‘Hi’s’
than a simple ‘Bonjour’
‘See ya’ or ‘See you’
easier said than to cleave
so, ‘So long’
won’t feel wrong
so many ways to see you leave
maybe, it’s because we depart
more often than we come
maybe, “hello” holds no meaning
after it’s said and when it’s done
goodbye could be good but hurtful
for no sorrow in hello you feel
but parting can be painful
so we say ‘Keep it real’
‘ta ta’, ‘toodeloo’
’sorry it’s me…not you’
among the funny things we say
like ‘howdy’, ‘how you?’
‘cock-a-doodle-doo’
by early morning on your way
so it’s hasta la vista
see you soon, or cya later
I’d better be along.
take it easy
easy peasy
peace out and stay strong.
Jan 17, 2022
Jan 17, 2022 at 10:44 PM UTC
i used to play hide and seek with my querencia
(or did it, with me?)
games are captivating for the young soul
where play is forever and
pain is a dream upon a dream
and perhaps
i hid behind too many walls
and stole away from its heart
one time too many
and one day- i lost it. my favourite spot
(loss tastes like the colour of the rain.)
wirra
that is how you describe the goodbyes that were never said
(and even that is not enough)
so you try to forget and the walls you used to play behind
become shields. and barriers.
physical representations of my farewell.
then one day i discovered a different wor(l)d
the bonjour to the au revoir that querencia never left me with
it is all i could ever want
(words are not enough and the dictionary lies)
because my definition of serendipity,
is you.
Jan 20, 2014
Jan 20, 2014 at 9:26 PM UTC
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Jun 12, 2014
Jun 12, 2014 at 9:59 PM UTC
1. Silence always means he's thinking about his deep and everlasting love for me.
2. Farts are his way of glorifying my existence. And burps always get a "God bless you."
3. Him and Gary the get-well-gorilla want me to be happy.
4. On OKCupid, the opening line of his first very first message to me was "Bonjour! While reading your profile, I noticed you're into gaming."
5. He found that street, you know, with the black mailbox at the end of it.
6. I have never wished for him to "find an antique rocking chair to die in." (ESOTSM)
7. We will have a hammock in our attic. And a room for our four cats, named Fiona, Penelope, Montozo, and Ernesto.
8. We will kiss in a tent in a woods, and then kiss in Paris, and finally settle which is more romantic.
9. [R]Otman's Ottomans is our future enterprise.
10. Oh, and, uh, I guess I love him, and stuff.
Feb 28, 2013
Feb 28, 2013 at 5:17 PM UTC
In deafening silence the clangers spilled their blue string soup!
While inTrumpton the boys in the fire station rang their fire bells.
The miller was windy in Camberwick Green.
And Bill and Ben.
Well they lived in a grass fuelled happy hippy scene.
With a sweet lady called ****
Hector lived in his house of fun.
Where he enjoyed his little ***** Zsa Zsa her name,
Gabor perhaps.
Bonjour, one funny frog, amphibian named Kiki.
Hector well he was a dog!
In the garden of the herbs.
Lived a jolly friendly chap.
A lion called Parsley.
What a crazy name was that.
The owl,well he was a sage.
A seer of things to come.
Bourgeoisie in the garden.
Sir Basil and Lady Rosemary.
A pair of toffs with taste!
And they wonder why today.
We poets have a vivid imagination.
Wasn't due to taking drugs.
Was the influence of T.V. on our fair English nation!
By ladylivvi1
© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)
Nov 29, 2013
Nov 29, 2013 at 12:17 PM UTC
Quand nous habitions tous ensemble
Sur nos collines d'autrefois,
Où l'eau court, où le buisson tremble,
Dans la maison qui touche aux bois,
Elle avait dix ans, et moi trente ;
J'étais pour elle l'univers.
Oh ! comme l'herbe est odorante
Sous les arbres profonds et verts !
Elle faisait mon sort prospère,
Mon travail léger, mon ciel bleu.
Lorsqu'elle me disait : Mon père,
Tout mon coeur s'écriait : Mon Dieu !
À travers mes songes sans nombre,
J'écoutais son parler joyeux,
Et mon front s'éclairait dans l'ombre
À la lumière de ses yeux.
Elle avait l'air d'une princesse
Quand je la tenais par la main.
Elle cherchait des fleurs sans cesse
Et des pauvres dans le chemin.
Elle donnait comme on dérobe,
En se cachant aux yeux de tous.
Oh ! la belle petite robe
Qu'elle avait, vous rappelez-vous ?
Le soir, auprès de ma bougie,
Elle jasait à petit bruit,
Tandis qu'à la vitre rougie
Heurtaient les papillons de nuit.
Les anges se miraient en elle.
Que son bonjour était charmant !
Le ciel mettait dans sa prunelle
Ce regard qui jamais ne ment.
Oh ! je l'avais, si jeune encore,
Vue apparaître en mon destin !
C'était l'enfant de mon aurore,
Et mon étoile du matin !
Quand la lune claire et sereine
Brillait aux cieux, dans ces beaux mois,
Comme nous allions dans la plaine !
Comme nous courions dans les bois !
Puis, vers la lumière isolée
Étoilant le logis obscur,
Nous revenions par la vallée
En tournant le coin du vieux mur ;
Nous revenions, coeurs pleins de flamme,
En parlant des splendeurs du ciel.
Je composais cette jeune âme
Comme l'abeille fait son miel.
Doux ange aux candides pensées,
Elle était gaie en arrivant... -
Toutes ces choses sont passées
Comme l'ombre et comme le vent !
À Villequier, le 4 septembre 1844.
1.4k
Bonjour.....
Bonvoyage.....
for you are my love
and i will be waiting with my corsage
Au revoir
when you come back you will be hold by moi
I will sing you with my repertoire
all composed by moi
Just go to our rendevouz
there I will meet with you
until then I wish you nothing but the best
for I am going to the old west
This isn't the end
of our journey
this is just beginning
of our destiny
DenverChua property
Feb 22, 2011
Feb 22, 2011 at 3:53 AM UTC
Le matin - En dormant.
J'entends des voix. Lueurs à travers ma paupière.
Une cloche est en branle à l'église Saint-Pierre.
Cris des baigneurs. Plus près ! plus **** ! non, par ici !
Non, par là ! Les oiseaux gazouillent, Jeanne aussi.
Georges l'appelle. Chant des coqs. Une truelle
Racle un toit. Des chevaux passent dans la ruelle.
Grincement d'une faux qui coupe le gazon.
Chocs. Rumeurs. Des couvreurs marchent sur la maison.
Bruits du port. Sifflement des machines chauffées.
Musique militaire arrivant par bouffées.
Brouhaha sur le quai. Voix françaises. Merci.
Bonjour. Adieu. Sans doute il est **** car voici
Que vient tout près de moi chanter mon rouge-gorge.
Vacarme de marteaux lointains dans une forge.
L'eau clapote. On entend haleter un steamer.
Une mouche entre. Souffle immense de la mer.
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Le tiroir
De la vie
S'est ouvert ici
Un matin noir
Sans bruit
Sauf un cri.
Merci
Ma mère
D'avoir ouvert
L'infini
Dans l'air
Du temps qui fuit, à l'envers.
Tu ne manques
Pas d'air
De courir si vite
La distance.
Sans en avoir l'air
Je suis la fuite
Des jours
Fleuris de sourires
Ou rincés de larmes
Aux alentours,
L’amour s’en va languir
Et sonne l’alarme
Bonjour la vie !
En ce beau matin
D’espérance
Qui efface l’ennuie
Et réveille le destin
De la fleur de jouvence.
May 14, 2016
May 14, 2016 at 11:36 PM UTC
I'm perfectly fine
spewing my gutteral English,
but guys can dream.
How I'd love to speak nasally,
pronunciate just a bit
of high-Francaise.
Bonjour.
******
Jul 30, 2014
Jul 30, 2014 at 6:37 AM UTC
dreams swirl, tranquil in my mind
sharply interrupted
denial, snooze
realization
chomp chomp chomp
ziiiiip slam
clink beeep
rattle rattle rattle
STOP REQUESTED
groan, unload.
walk fast
eyes low
12...click...13...click...6... open
slam
walk faster, required smiles
ffft jot jot jot
retain it retain it
gone
who is there? oh, you again.
you again?
you...
again.
swallow
walk, slower.
bonjour, ça va et toi?
memorize
mesmerized
click click
rattle rattle rattle
sigh
unload.
saunter and release.
Oct 8, 2013
Oct 8, 2013 at 10:45 PM UTC