English | Spanish | French | German | Portuguese| Italian

poems

eu vi-o uma vez antes
porque são as coisas que não têm nenhuma morte
o prado estava rastejando
na terra silenciosa
e meu nome é truthful
os dias melancólicos vieram
bucks pretos gordos em um quarto do vinho-tambor
na esfera
um gleam do ouro no gloom e no cinza
para estes braços brancos sobre minha garganta

 



Poetry news via Google, MSN, and Yahoo!

  • Your weekly DVD guide: 'Futurama,' 'The Spiderwick Chronicles,' '10 ... - Cleveland Plain Dealer
  • In Iraq’s Mayhem, Iraqis Find their Voices on the Web - Wall Street Journal
  • Calendar for April 17 (The Milpitas Post)
  • NMSBVI hosts four state event - Alamogordo Daily News
  • Ink and Ash: Two great adventures: cartooning, fatherhood - Omaha World-Herald (subscription)
  • Hotelier's passion for Persia given free rein on Iranian island - International Herald Tribune
  • Review: The Broken Word by Adam Foulds (Guardian Unlimited)
  • Monday Medley - Pueblo Chieftain
  • Saying welcome home - Oregonian
  • First African-American to hold post in Md. Episcopal Diocese - Baltimore Sun
  • War story wins kid top award - Evening News Norwich
  • 9-year-old Arnold girl publishes first book of stories - HometownAnnapolis.com
  • Can Barack Obama Make the Withering American Democracy Bloom Again? - Media For Freedom
  • Riverwalk enters new era with solid roof and sides; NRO opens season - Summit Daily News
  • Samuel Segev - Winnipeg Free Press
 

Mortgage Refinance

Home 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