English | Spanish | French | German | Portuguese| Italian

suicide poem

no recolhimento da escuridão e pedem
todos quiet ao longo do potomac
flor branca da espuma, flor vermelha da flama
os poetas dizem
eu vi que o deus você a duvida?
em números mournful
havia três no prado pelo ribeiro
deixe-me ser sad
fala não bem
há uma cidade, builded por nenhuma mão
quando as horas do dia forem numeradas

 



Poetry news via Google, MSN, and Yahoo!

  • Fathers and Druthers (Washington Post)
  • BBC Proms 2008: Marking 150 years, Hallé gives a fitting finale - Daily Telegraph
  • Women doctor shares journey into heart of Islam - Times & Democrat
  • Author Danielle Steel writes to 'give people hope' - Fosters Daily Democrat
  • Artie Traum: Greenwich Village folk star - The Independent
  • Parents and Senior Citizen Bill: Only on papers - Merinews
  • Belait All Geared Up For Royal Birthday (BruDirect.com)
  • 1oo years old and counting - Great Bend Tribune
  • Grieving family of murder victim kept investigation alive - Milwaukee Journal Sentinel
  • Artist describes work as 'my life on canvas' - Roanoke Times
  • Unbalanced balance - Charlevoix Courier
  • Serbia's bitter salute to nationhood - Guardian Unlimited
  • Before I turn 30, I want to ... - Portsmouth Herald News
  • Caption Contest: We have a winner - Sacramento Bee
  • Glastonbury Festival - Ents24
 

Get a Home Equity Loan today and save!

California Mortgages

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