English | Spanish | French | German | Portuguese| Italian | Romanian

pumpkin poem

o sol pisou para baixo de seu throne dourado
material da lua
levantado dos mortos
o corpo pode confinar
gaily através dos campos nós dançamos
abaixo do helm do guerreiro
sadly falando
como selvagem, como bruxa-como estranho que a vida deve ser
todo meu amor para meu doce
seu cabelo bonito
os dias melancĂłlicos vieram
como ela
acima deles todos, olhando para baixo

 



Poetry news via Google, MSN, and Yahoo!

  • About calling a spade a spade - DAWN Group
  • HARVEST TIME: Get those hop cones ready for some homebrew - MLive.com
  • 'Religulous' reviewed: A very unfunny movie - Spero News
  • Bill Dixon with Exploding Star Orchestra - JamBase
  • Paisley sets the tone for a big-tent party - Philadelphia Inquirer
  • Why are ABBA songs so infectious? Science has answers (Chicago Sun-Times)
  • Michigan State grad's physics rap is a YouTube hit - Grand Rapids Press
  • Review: Kristofferson's humility, talent charm his audience (Victoria Times Colonist)
  • QTV’s poetry programme a huge hit - Gulf Times
  • What They Are Saying - Jewish Exponent
  • Theatre of war - Palestinian National Theatre - Scotsman
  • Non-trad freshman young at heart (Advance Titan)
  • Lara Feigel's top 10 smelly books - guardian.co.uk
  • Kapil Sibal turns poetical on a BlackBerry - Hindustan Times
  • Kapil Syllable - Chandigarh Newsline
 

Refinance today and save!

Florida 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