English | Spanish | French | German | Portuguese| Italian

poem for pastors

sol e vento e batida do mar
prazeres mid e palácios embora nós podemos vaguear
as máscaras da noite estavam caindo rapidamente
em algum lugar eu li um tale estranho, velho, oxidado
eu não posso dizê-lo agora
um céu que nunca soubesse o sol, a lua ou as estrelas
desde que eu senti o sentido da morte
eu faço minha saia, mas ninguém sabe
cara esposa
gloom
mulher boa
agora para uma luta viva e cheerful

 



Poetry news via Google, MSN, and Yahoo!

  • Release from prison inspires poetry (Philippine Daily Inquirer)
  • Cook Co.. religion notes (Daily Herald)
  • Update: Boy murdered in gang attack - Croydon Guardian
  • Gray Line, the tour operator, remains confident: Give us some time ... - Staten Island Advance - SILive.com
  • 45th School of the Arts underway (The Rhinelander Daily News)
  • Sauna Friends bring writing to Logan Saturday - Logan Daily News
  • Poetry in motion - Calgary Sun
  • Poetry like a prayer (The Norman Transcript)
  • Mental Illness, Treatment, and the Creative Process - Metapsychology
  • Boyhood trip sparked lifelong interest in Lincoln - Evansville Courier & Press
  • Donald Joseph Benning - Herald And Journal
  • JIMI HENDRIX'S BURNING GUITAR SOLD FOR $575K Jimi Hendrix John ... - Uncut.co.uk
  • The New Face of Theater - Downtown LA Scene
  • Britain's Postwar Blues Shine Through Modest Musical: Review - Bloomberg
  • Cleveland Museum of Art reopens -- and we've got your complete guide - Cleveland Plain Dealer
 

Thinking about Refinancing Mortgage?

California Mortgages

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