English | Spanish | French | German | Portuguese| Italian

type of poem

se o slayer vermelho pensar slays
era uma beleza nos dias
até sua janela da câmara
vindo para baixo no alvorecer dos montes windless
mulher boa
para eu era um conselheiro gaunt, grave
os poetas dizem
eu vi que o deus você a duvida?
seja paciente, vida, quando o amor está na porta
a algum os deuses gordos
veja que eu me dou a você
eu vi a primeira pera
pouca porta foi alcançada no último

 



Poetry news via Google, MSN, and Yahoo!

  • NAG opens group show of paintings, prints - Pakistan Daily Mail
  • Bilbrand i VĂ€sby - Helsingborgs Dagblad
  • Exhibition invites youth to explore techology - Peninsula On-line
  • The Exiles: Soul and the City - Village Voice
  • Area digest -- Published Aug. 7, 2008 - Stockton Record
  • Andrew Davidson's $5-million voyage (The Globe and Mail)
  • Cameroon: Remembering That Mandela Night (AllAfrica.com)
  • THE MEMBER-ABILIA AMONG US (New York Post)
  • Family Digest (The Capital)
  • Astrological topics - Chicago Sun-Times
  • June 2008 - AccessAtlanta
  • Social networking sites benefit low-income group students (New Kerala)
  • Books Blog: A Conspiracy of Smart People - Times Union Blogs
  • Poet aided Obama's search for black identity in Hawaii - Los Angeles Daily News
  • The mighty Fringe is starting to crack under its own weight - it had ... - Guardian Unlimited
 

Should you Refinance?

Florida Mortgages

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