English | Spanish | French | German | Portuguese| Italian

acrostic poem

năo se aflija que sobre
simplicity
rode-me para baixo pelo prado
sono doce em suas sepulturas humble
o prado estava rastejando
quando vocę vier hoje ŕ noite
bucks pretos gordos em um quarto do vinho-tambor
como selvagem, como bruxa-como estranho que a vida deve ser
eu sou fevered
a lua levantando-se escondeu as estrelas

 



Poetry news via Google, MSN, and Yahoo!

  • Poetry, concert set for Sunday in Norman - Daily Oklahoman
  • Public Service Month Dubbed A Success - Platinum News Online
  • Standing Witness: Horacio Moya's 'Senselessness' - New York Sun
  • Trans-gression Multidisciplinary Arts Festival - Philadelphia citypaper.net
  • 'Monsterface', Tale of a Couple Facing Crisis, Plays NYC (Playbill via Yahoo! News)
  • First Unsung Hero is Nova Scotia poet - The Chronicle Herald
  • Library Writers Competition winners named (Coeur d'Alene Press)
  • Poet Al Mahmud - The New Nation
  • Metal artists celebrate opening of gallery, guest house (Rapid City Journal)
  • Chinese may put money on ancient poet - Times Online
  • Call Me When You Get This - Estereofonica.com
  • Inspirational Woman Writer Creates New Blog and Column for Women - PR-CANADA.net (press release)
  • Slate women discuss the American Girl dolls, books, movie, and message ... - Slate
  • Party for Israel's 60th birthday draws throng to NSU campus - MiamiHerald.com
  • Diversions for June 26, 2008 - Henderson Gleaner
 

Is Refinancing right for you?

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