English | Spanish | French | German | Portuguese| Italian

friendship poems

uma vez este turf macio
a festa real foi feita
apenas como meus dedos nestas chaves
embora repine do amor, e chafe da razăo
se eu morrer, pense somente disto de mim
todos aqueles tesouros que se encontram
nenhuma rapina é mim de pensamentos pobres
ao longo de um river-side
qual eu desejo observar
diga-me mais menos ou diga-me mais
o alvorecer era verde maçă
este é o arsenal
homem frio stern

 



Poetry news via Google, MSN, and Yahoo!

  • John Lundberg: The Poetry of Insomnia (HuffingtonPost)
  • Death, where is thy sting? Joyce Carol Oates has it - Globe and Mail
  • PBS documentary features Shands Art in Medicine program - Independent Florida Alligator
  • This Weekends Events (My Village Southwark)
  • Final Festival Lineup Decided - RedOrbit
  • FYI, July 2, 2009 - The Columbian
  • Hookah cafe gets approvals - The Republican - MassLive.com
  • State board approves standards for Bible course (KXAN 36 Austin)
  • Book Review: Zany memoirs prove Bigfoot as socially inept as any human - U-Wire.com
  • Parting gifts for Martin's mate - BBC News
  • Itisaluna participates in the Baghdad International Exhibition for ... - ArabianBusiness.com (press release)
  • Where the Girls Aren’t - Education Week News
  • OUS rocks the EMMIE - Ironton Online
  • No Parking Anytime: Cottages house writers' aspirations (Seattle Post-Intelligencer)
  • Local poet Stephanie gets Bourne poem published - Bourne Local
 

Mortgage Quote

California 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