English | Spanish | French | German | Portuguese| Italian

christian poem

apenas como meus dedos nestas chaves
se eu morrer, pense somente disto de mim
nossos momentos agradáveis voam
filhas do tempo
um olhar é mas um raio
os dias endeared a cada MUSE
ao amante passionate
nós colocamos
não se aflija que sobre
era uma beleza nos dias
eu estive pelo casement aberto
a neve sussurra sobre mim
havia três no prado pelo ribeiro

 



Poetry news via Google, MSN, and Yahoo!

  • UCLA experts advisory: UCLA alumna is new U.S. poet laureate - UCLA News
  • Poetry collaboration across the Irish Sea - Journal Live
  • Acclaimed Cypress String Quartet Offers Free Concert at LVC - Lebanon Valley College
  • Family stories They mess you up - Economist
  • Family finds Alaska more than big buses, ships - Reading Eagle
  • Oregon poet William Stafford is hugely popular -- 15 years after his death (The Oregonian)
  • Quirky science fiction writer - Chicago Tribune
  • Telluride Film Festival Feminist Round-Up - Feministing
  • Prague: Then and Now - OhmyNews International
  • Gender-bending, role-switching keep Savoyards cast lively - Press & Sun-Bulletin
  • 'Encounters at the End of the World': Living in Antarctica - Buffalo News
  • ACROSS OUR COMMUNITIES - Salem News Online
  • Ryan Adams to Write, Like, a Million Books - Nymag.com
  • Why Obama's Red Mentor is News - American Thinker
  • The Gaslight Anthem The '59 Sound - Glide Magazine
 

Mortgage Quote

Get your Online Degrees today!

Mortgage News Archives

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