English | Spanish | French | German | Portuguese| Italian

kid poem

dê-me a fome
eu sobre-tinha preparado o evento
sobre o rio, no monte
veja, eles retornam
pássaros de encontro ao vento de abril
eu ouvi-me que uma determinada princesa
gaily através dos campos nós dançamos
nós quebramos o vidro cujo vinho sacred
quando eu retornei no por do sol
eu vi a primeira pera
o sol está acima
na obscuridade e na paz de minha cama final

 



Poetry news via Google, MSN, and Yahoo!

  • POETRY: The Old Beauty - American Muslim
  • Louis C. Leo - Leader-Herald
  • In Nairobi’s slums, E.C. Glass teacher finds hope - Lynchburg News and Advance
  • Bethany Pickens stands out at fest - Chicago Tribune
  • A prized poet - Yorkshire Evening Post
  • More of today's best bets in entertainment - Detroit Free Press
  • Where in the world is Cleveland actress Ring? In Pittsburgh's "Playboy ... - Cleveland Plain Dealer
  • Olympic celebration of hypocrisy - News.com.au
  • Poetry nets teen a place with the greats (Poughkeepsie Journal)
  • Beyond Voting: Guerilla Gardeners, Outlaw Bicyclists, and Pirate ... - Monthly Review
  • Writings chronicle life in Nevada 'Prisneyland' - Scripps News
  • What Maliki Didn't Say - Slate
  • Drugs workshop comes to town - Ipswich Evening Star
  • Coffins on our shoulders - The National
  • America Back on Track... for Tuesday, August 5th - OpEdNews
 

Mortgage Refinancing

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