English | Spanish | French | German | Portuguese| Italian

epic poetry

flor branca da espuma, flor vermelha da flama
a mulher faltou-me muito, como você se chama me, chamada
a noite era preta e drear
quando eu estive escutar, discreetly dumb
o prado estava rastejando
em seus regimentals ásperos
gloom
short e doce, e nós viemos à extremidade dela
é ido
porque assim sad meu encantador?
cão do gingham e o gato do calico
eu olhei em cima do céu glorious
ainda treze anos

 



Poetry news via Google, MSN, and Yahoo!

  • Be inspired by the beauty of Sussex - Worthing Today
  • Man admits having sex with 1,000 cars (Daily Telegraph)
  • Confused kitty? Ask a pet whisperer - MSNBC
  • Ryan Adams Vs. Courtney Love (ChartAttack.com)
  • Ali's 1963 'Greatest' reissued - Louisville Courier-Journal
  • Why Art Is Better Than Soccer - ARTINFO
  • Tehran?s City Theater hosting new plays - IranMania News
  • Theatre: Endurance test of trite truisms and terminal tedium - Tribune
  • Year Long Homecoming Celebrations Beckon Blood and Heart Scots to ... - PR Newswire
  • A cup of poetry (Plymouth Observer)
  • 'Kid crunch time' can be cruelest season (CNN.com)
  • Close encounter with: Bill Bailey - Sunday Star Times
  • Calendar of events - Billings Outpost
  • Spare Times: For Children - New York Times
  • Outskirts Press Announces the Human Condition, the Latest Highly ... - PR.com
 

Mortgage Quote

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