English | Spanish | French | German | Portuguese| Italian

mom poem

embora eu sou pouco como todas as coisas pequenas
eu vi com olhos abertos
é ido
há uma hora do descanso calmo
pouco parque que eu passo completamente
entre as montanhas eu vagueei
composto do loveliness sozinho
sumário em uma noite do vôo
quando o vento trabalhar de encontro a nós na obscuridade
a senhora, seu coraçăo girou para a poeira
eu estou morrendo
dę-me a fome
desde que eu senti o sentido da morte
irmăo, eu sou fogo

 



Poetry news via Google, MSN, and Yahoo!

  • Indexed: All Mixed Up - New York Times Blogs
  • Strike up the symphony to celebrate the Fourth - Contra Costa Times
  • WESLEYAN IN THE NEWS - Wesleyan Connection
  • Big day for small book publishers - Inside Toronto
  • Creators of cool (Boston Globe)
  • Firefighters fight MDA July 27-28, Masque opens Aug. 1, National ... - Temple Terrace University Beacon
  • SIUE to award Redmond an honorary PhD (Belleville News-Democrat)
  • Stigler veteran’s poem, artwork win national contest - Muskogee Daily Phoenix
  • More and more bouquets for the region's Prince of Poets - Khaleej Times
  • New Delhi, May 7 - Tribune
  • Beth El Hosts Birthday Aliyah - Voices
  • Fires rip through historic Big Sur (Santa Cruz Sentinel)
  • What the public wants - Ha'aretz
  • Interview: Chris Stein of Blondie - Village Voice
  • Local 4-H'ers head to state fair for competition - Coshocton Tribune
 

Get a Home Loan today and save!

Get your Online Degrees today!

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