English | Spanish | French | German | Portuguese| Italian

sorry poem

agite
acima deles todos, olhando para baixo
você pensa, meu menino, quando eu enrolo meus braços em você
burly, humble-abelha aplanar
entre o fumo e a névoa de uma tarde de dezembro
uma pena do aço
olhar além
olhe para trás com olhos longing e saiba que eu seguirei
uma tempestade está montando na maré
como deva mim ajude à direita ao mundo que está indo erradamente
passado unrelenting do thou

 



Poetry news via Google, MSN, and Yahoo!

  • Trop rock show to help New Hope Foundation (Atlanticville)
  • Keyboard Cuts: Twilight Coming, Me Want To Go Home - Crave Online
  • Event held to remember poet Akbar (The Peninsula)
  • Progressing from Bad to Verse - Article.nationalreview.com
  • Omagh: deadliest bombing of the Troubles remembered ten years on - Times Online
  • PM finds time for daughter’s trek into ancient history - SINDH TODAY
  • Okyeame Kwame goes academic - Modern Ghana
  • Block party scheduled near Wick Park - Youngstown Vindicator
  • Jeanette Winterson looks forward to Glyndebourne - Times Online
  • French dances, global culture (Philippine Daily Inquirer)
  • African-American series character is a role model for black girls (The Charlotte Observer)
  • Education Ministry to ban 'Bible Lite' study booklet (Haaretz Daily)
  • How to teach science to the Pope (MSNBC)
  • Poetry Gathering on July 16 - Reno Gazette Journal
  • Galliano, Lacroix, Lagerfeld, & Chanel Design for Met Gala - Broadway World
 

Refinance today and save!

California Mortgages

December 2007 Mortgage News

Poetry | Home | Contact Us | Educational Resources | Vote For This Poem | Visitor Favorites

Summer School Help Beginner Math Physics Primer Chemistry Primer Intro Psychology English Primer
Intro Grammar Beginner Writing American History American Civil War Intro Biology Composition Help


Check out El-Grande Web Directory today!


www.endlesspoetry.com ©Copyright 2004 - 2007 Michael VanDeMar All Rights Reserved