English | Spanish | French | German | Portuguese| Italian

prose poetry

a filha, arte do thou vem morrer
sobre o rio beckon a mim
qual se mantem
apenas agora
short e doce, e ns viemos extremidade dela
era uma beleza nos dias
e nse
eu estou no amor com lugares far-seeing elevados
eu amo roubar por algum tempo afastado
doubtless eu recordo ainda
a noite era preta e drear
a terra mantem algum ir da vibrao
era no para esse cheiro singular
que possibilidade spiteful rouba unawares

 



Poetry news via Google, MSN, and Yahoo!

  • Best of Dallas Video Festival - Houston Press
  • Serbia deserves to feel proud - Guardian Unlimited
  • Aarhus – Denmark’s ‘art-house’ city break - Easier (press release)
  • BREAKING NEWS: CITY AUTHOR IN THE RUNNING FOR DYLAN THOMAS PRIZE - South Wales Evening Post
  • 'People's poet' Al Purdy's statue unveiled (CTV.ca)
  • A 'slam' dunk for poetry (The Equinox)
  • PENNY: Obama moment for Mich. family (Rocky Mountain News)
  • Music can be path to language and math (AP via Yahoo! Singapore News)
  • Why shouldn't the Bill tackle difficult issues? - guardian.co.uk
  • Words of war - Pittsburgh Tribune-Review
  • Barker on Books - Fort Morgan Times
  • Evelyn L. Baker - Malden Observer
  • Iqbal and Babar changed course of history - The Post
  • Thoughts on the presidency - La Crosse Tribune
  • Pacific Market Center Hosts Gift & Home Accessories Show (The Gourmet Retailer)
 

Refinancing today can save you big bucks!

Get your Online Degree 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