English | Spanish | French | German | Portuguese| Italian

autumn poem

mundo que muda sob minha mão
os arcos da ponte vermelha
abaixo do helm do guerreiro
amigo, cujo o sorriso veio ser
para estes braços brancos sobre minha garganta
era uma beleza nos dias
você é bonito e desvanecido
nossos momentos agradáveis voam
meu amor verdadeiro de seu descanso levantou-se
no alvorecer, disse
as máscaras da noite estavam caindo rapidamente

 



Poetry news via Google, MSN, and Yahoo!

  • At the Senior Center: July 24-Aug. 1 - Brookline TAB
  • English teacher's dream becomes writers' workshop - WBIR-TV
  • Clarendon Hills group seeks to nurture writers (The Doings Clarendon Hills)
  • Clubs, concerts, comedy and more (The Sarasota Herald-Tribune)
  • Two nights of big shows -- yeah, in July - Cleveland Plain Dealer
  • Quality education for women vital: Air Chief - Nation
  • Giving a Boost to off-off-Broadway - New York Sun
  • Local bands play big at JazzFest - Sioux Falls Argus Leader
  • Class of 2008: Jennifer Stepanek - Newswise (press release)
  • Memorial services in QC - Quad City Times
  • Dangerous crossing - Boston Globe
  • Exam pits pop's lyrical prowess against Raleigh - Scenta.co.uk
  • Music can be students' path to language, math (Erie Times-News)
  • Reporter's Notebook - Lancaster Eagle Gazette
  • Idlewild Elementary defying the odds - Charlotte.com
 

Mortgage Refinance

Home Mortgage

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