English | Spanish | French | German | Portuguese| Italian

haiku poem

era muitas e muito um ano há
o amor foi cantado mil maneiras
sono, irmão cinzento da morte
um olhar é mas um raio
eu vi que o deus você a duvida?
flor branca da espuma, flor vermelha da flama
melancolia, azul era
eu não queimo nenhum incense
eu tenho que dizer good-night
não há nenhum rebanho, porém prestado atenção e tendido
como como as estrelas é este o branco, as caras nameless
quando eu retornei no por do sol
a neve sussurra sobre mim

 



Poetry news via Google, MSN, and Yahoo!

  • The Great Exhibition and London's Chinese Junk - BBC News
  • At last, Murdoch breaks his silence on Brown - guardian.co.uk
  • British Surrealists: Minor league, but major players - Independent
  • X, with the Detroit Cobras (Houston Press)
  • End of an era for Wompinie Bob - ABC Online
  • Superb epic 'Mongol' shows us Ghengis' Khan-do attitude (Orlando Sentinel)
  • 'The Spies of Warsaw' and 'Late Nights on Air' - International Herald Tribune
  • On the Shelf: Photos, prose pay homage (Traverse City Record-Eagle)
  • Teens forced to take poetry class (The Bryan-College Station Eagle)
  • Arts festival to highlight local seniors - Allentown Examiner
  • Islanders want legal right to be 'true lesbians' - Daily Telegraph
  • Time to represent - Sovo.com
  • Fictional city has parallels to Worcester - Worcester Telegram & Gazette
  • DISPATCH FROM CZECH REPUBLIC | Karlovy Vary Mixes the Big Cheese ... - Indie Wire
  • Poetry and prose writers invited to share work - Salina Journal
 

Mortgage Refinance

Home Mortgages

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