Poèmes sur le thème : movie

Poèmes sur le thème « movie » sur Poets.by.

Tristebaddiebaka

happy ending

I wonder why in the movies they always seem to get the happy ending, and I wonder, standing on the bridge, why I had mine..
Rêveuravani redij

old movie

Was it so An old movie I don't know Was he the Hero Was I the heroine Was it so An old movie I don't know Was there any cuts any takes Was there any flied of sunflowers Was it so An old movie I don't know May be it was
AnxieuxSteve Benson

Drive In

Shapes of times quaver and mutually reflect, lightening the transcenium with sparks of gay and minuscule emphasis. The lone hitch-hiker stands out and plucks up a number everyone knows, and collides in the atmosphere about him. Unstaggered but still moving, his generator throbs one, two more times. He's a perfect replication of the primal source, more potent and triangular than the campus that betrayed him and on which he was based. I try to indulge every passion, even that, half-guilty and overwhelming, for a fat hamburger, onions and a shake. Meanwhile the restaurant gleams and dips out of view. I ask you for it to go, please, and you look like someone fearful of infection, as though
ContemplatifDave Morice

Feedback

as it sends out delicate rays. to be sung, read, or eaten -like a meal You never heard of solitude? It comes on after the Late Show. The eyes drift away from the movie. As far as possible we tend to enjoy our bodies, see? Across the great chasm, the cowboy peered.