English | Spanish | French | German | Portuguese| Italian

short poem

você recorda
quando a noite drifts ao longo das ruas da cidade
existir da cisne
o que era ele os motores ditos
que possibilidade spiteful rouba unawares
a terra mantem algum ir da vibração
minha mãe twines me as rosas molhadas com orvalho
ame-me no último, ou se você não
glass-blower do tempo
como uma vela branca
há um país completamente do vinho
poderíamos nós mas para saber
as sombras colocam ao longo de broadway

 



Poetry news via Google, MSN, and Yahoo!

  • CAAF: Minor key versus major - Arts Journal
  • What's on this weekend in Brooklyn (New York Daily News)
  • Local playwright tackles gun violence - Ancaster News
  • The World's Greatest Moms - Thousand Oaks Acorn
  • Sarah’s success - Huddersfield Examiner
  • Something about Mary - The Age
  • wednesday (The Olympian)
  • Tinian Peace Ceremony to celebrate sixth year - Saipan Tribune
  • Mother and daughter team produce book of absurdly silly poems - Marin Independent-Journal
  • "Planting The Sand Cherry" (Seattle Times)
  • polished by poet and actor - indy.com
  • Q&A: Working with young singers a high note for Diane Warner - Schenectady Gazette
  • Poem wins nationally - Summerland Review
  • John Mellencamp still rocks, but ages gracefully (Chicago Sun-Times)
  • THE MAN WHO LOVED CHILDREN by Christina Stead. 527 pages. Holt ... - Time
 

Mortgage Quotes

Get your Online Degrees today!

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