English | Spanish | French | German | Portuguese| Italian

thanksgiving poetry

não gire sua cabeça
short e doce, e nós viemos à extremidade dela
eu amo minha vida, mas não demasiado bem
para eu era um conselheiro gaunt, grave
eu vi os archangels em minha maçã-árvore última noite
glooms dos viv-carvalhos
arched a inundação
eu olhei em cima do céu glorious
material da lua

 



Poetry news via Google, MSN, and Yahoo!

  • Best-sellers to visit Charlotte - Charlotte.com
  • The young library: Haiku and gentle fun - Sacramento Bee
  • Key dates in Radovan Karadzic's life - The Associated Press
  • Healing poetry - Canton Repository
  • Album: T Bone Burnett, Tooth of Crime (Nonesuch) - Independent
  • Support Veterans Memorial Ride - La Crosse Tribune
  • Haver Scholarships award $79000 to 16 students - Hunterdon Review
  • African American Author’s Debut Novel Celebrates Afro-Latinos and ... - PR Urgent
  • The winner of the P-I poetry contest writes about passion that's ... - Seattle Post Intelligencer
  • Snide and Prejudice - Washington City Paper
  • 'Pity' skewers conventional assumptions - San Jose Mercury News
  • Novel approach to music-making - Portsmouth News
  • Spirited query gets answer (Anchorage Daily News)
  • Dangerous crossing - Boston Globe
  • Spotlight Calendar for June 26 (The Bryan-College Station Eagle)
 

Get a better Mortgage Rate today and save!

Florida Mortgage

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