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

grandmother poem

nos salões do sono você vagueou perto
irmão, eu sou fogo
você diz que você me ama
rode-me para baixo pelo prado
eu prendo seu coração
caras bonitas, tragical
acima deles todos, olhando para baixo
a luz retirada
laranjas arrancando nubian azul-pretas
paredes e enorme elevados
minha alma vai clad em coisas gorgeous
eu vou minha maneira complacently
eu sou uma mulher

 



Poetry news via Google, MSN, and Yahoo!

  • Poet Laureate Andrew Motion says writing for the Royal Family is ... - Telegraph.co.uk
  • Patti Smith's 12-year take - Austin Chronicle
  • My city Sialkot - The Nation, Pakistan
  • Jewish culture day presents musical traditions to the public - Sofia Echo
  • Q&A: "Longing for the Past Yet Belonging to the Present" - Inter Press Service (subscription)
  • Show spotlights children's artwork - Wilmette Life
  • 'Man on Wire' an amazing feat of balance (Baltimore Sun)
  • What's That Smell: The Music of Jacob Sterling - Variety
  • What path do we want to follow? - La Crosse Tribune
  • A Beautiful Disappointment - Washington Post
  • Bumbershoot: Braggadocio rules at T.I. concert - Seattle Post Intelligencer
  • Brazilian director swaps Saramago for Shakespeare (Reuters via Yahoo! Philippines News)
  • Arts Institute Looks East - Free Times
  • These 'birds are taking flight - Boston Globe
  • Senior Calendar - Observer-Reporter
 

Mortgage Quotes

Florida Mortgage

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