English | Spanish | French | German | Portuguese| Italian

sad poetry

há uma cidade, builded por nenhuma mão
o merriment infinito, foolish das estrelas
eu disse, mim fechei meu coração
os céus que eram ashen e sober
minha alma é um campo ploughed escuro
há três maneiras em que os homens fazem exame

 



Poetry news via Google, MSN, and Yahoo!

  • On exhibit (Winston-Salem Journal)
  • Future plans - Jakarta Post
  • It's not just YourSpace - St. Louis Post-Dispatch
  • Celebrating region’s talent - TheChronicleHerald.ca
  • Poetry Gallery Got Published - Logan Herald Journal
  • POLITICAL PROSE: Pesky public comments have Bucky bent out of shape - Beaver County Times
  • Back to basics for little monsters - Halifax Evening Courier
  • Living in fear (Guardian Unlimited)
  • Wit sharp as a razor from a literate Frazier (Miami Herald)
  • Conejo Players Theatre 50th Anniversary OPEN HOUSE - Ventura County Star
  • Out from the shadows: Elusive actress Debra Winger to speak about new ... - Jewish News Weekly
  • Weekend Hotlist (Pittsburgh Post-Gazette)
  • Bollywood in Bangkok - Bangkok Post
  • Vermont in verse - Rutland Herald
  • Understanding Islam with York Diversity Forums (The York Weekly)
 

Mortgage Quote

Florida Mortgages

November 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