"etoile" poems
You're leaving
On a trip of majesty and wonder
Your reading
A poem by your lover
Parts of it make you cry
Others scare you to death
There are parts where you ask Why?
There are parts where you hold your breath
Through all of this it makes you smile
The fact that you'll see me in a while
Like you've never left at all
You know I'll always know where you are
In short au revoir, mon etoile
Goodbye my star
Jan 21, 2011
Jan 21, 2011 at 1:42 PM UTC
I'm sick
I'm sick of the world
I'm sick of my curls
I'm sick of small toys
I'm sick of a voice
I'm so sick
And I know not what to do
I'm so sick
Of the hell I've been through
But most of all
I'll say it proud and stand tall
Because my words are true
I'm so sick of not being with you
I'm sick of not hearing you talk
I'm sick of not holding you as I walk
I'm sick of not smelling your hair
Because mon etoile
I love you more than air
Jan 21, 2011
Jan 21, 2011 at 2:51 PM UTC
Welcome back
To my life
The fear of attack
No longer inside
You're mine
But now we fly together for an eternity
No more pain
We refrain
From breaking eachother to pieces
And if it pleases
The masses of those who don't care
I will stay with my star who is so fair
She lifts my spirit out into the galaxy
And even beyond
Into a universe where I'm finally happy
I know I'm not wrong
I was never wrong at all
Never again will pain make me fall
Because I can finally say...
Bienvenue mon étoile
Jan 21, 2011
Jan 21, 2011 at 1:45 PM UTC
IT''S AN ILLUSION: MISSED DISTRIBUTION,
BUT THE EMOTON IS REAL THE WAY I FEEL,
RUE BREY IS THE SAME: LADIES MAKING GAIN,
THERE'S A PYRAMID NOW - MR. PEI WONDERS
HOW THE LOCALS THINK - THEY DON'T LIKE IT,
TAKEN IT 'DOWN' BIT BY BIT. OH, WELL,
THE LOUVRE WAS DIFFICULT TO IMPROVE;
SACRE' COUR WAS A BLUR IN THE RAIN,
BUT GOOD TO BE BACK IN MOMARTRE' AGAIN,
THE STUDIO ETOILE ROOM HAD A LARGE BED,
WITH A DIP IN THE MIDDLE, A VIEW OF
THE ARC DE TR'IOMPHE FROM A BALCONY,
WHICH WE LOOKED AT EVENTUALLY, THE NAME
OF THE UNKNOWN SOLDIER REMAINS A MYSTERY.
Feb 6, 2016
Feb 6, 2016 at 4:25 AM UTC
Thomas, born of Jesus
July, Germany, art, Louise, sound, music,
Number, future, statue, hair, white, people,
brain, gold, year, man, Keyword year:
the problem of peace, which promotes fire,
theft on trees. Voice of North Nottingham
from Winter Garden in Fiji
The whole crystalline mind
is like a dog in the style of an Australian Muslim.
The Brutal Church remembers the first planet
of all planetary plants on planet Earth. Peoples
and NFL ***** pedal, pedal, pedal, pedals
and people, people, pedals, their clothes, gloves, eyes,
cats and paradises. Sandy Shaheed Keywords:
death, death, ghost town, spraying, drama,
divorce, big, planet William, friends, dear love,
baby, it's not fun, fun. List of hair in the park;
Ivan speaks of something neutral and surprising
that's the city when it comes to a very neutral
healthy star. Westston William William, Thomas,
Jason Thomas, Amaker Lama, Germany, France,
Italy, World Music, System Support. We find a box
in the box and find Kilem Thomas, Thomas,
Thomas and Thomas in your family,
what do you think? Nine birds have provided
wonderful construction
projects that offer features and services
to consumers and stars. Etoile Etoile off!
Nov 17, 2018
Nov 17, 2018 at 6:00 AM UTC
I see her
Shining silently
Across the void
Across the galaxy
Across the universe
System is binary
Though close
To mononova
Honestly glad
The past is over
Mon cour et tien
She says
In her eyes
I know it's true
And patience
Is my strongest virtue
The vastness of space
And still in one place
My heart is moving
Breath taking
Where this journey
Ends I do not know
But I'll make the trek
With a new light
Mi estrella
Mon Etoile nouveau.
Jul 24, 2016
Jul 24, 2016 at 1:35 AM UTC
On clear nights we can see you…
Twinkling, beautiful
On clear nights we can feel…
your love and kindness.
On clear nights we can hear…
Your bubbly laughter and the lilt of your voice.
On clear nights we know you are with us,
because on clear nights we can see
all the way to Heaven.
Mar 9, 2015
Mar 9, 2015 at 2:04 PM UTC
But her eyes are very fragile and deep
So mysterious, no one can even read
When she looked at me, my heart skipped a beat
She’s a dying star, lonely and feared
She’s the star and I’m just a bit of dust
She shines the brightest, as her time has come
Feb 4, 2019
Feb 4, 2019 at 4:28 AM UTC
Il n’y a pas un croix qui surmonte mon église
ni une etoile à six branches.
On n’y trouve pas un croissant
ni un ******** non plus.
Cette église n’existe que dans mon imagination
mais elle est plus puissante que la pierre.
Jul 27, 2019
Jul 27, 2019 at 12:06 PM UTC