English | Spanish | French | German | Portuguese| Italian

mother daughter poem

al lato di un campo raso
ho detto
siete svegli?
portimi la canzone morbida
la festivitŕ reale č stata fatta
dai prati ricchi con cereale
era non per quell'odore singolare
morbido come la base nella terra
non dal mondo largo di tutto
ha scoppiato il vino feroce
la musica i si č sentita con voi era piů della musica
debole-č traversata la canzone
osservare di lŕ

 



Poetry news via Google, MSN, and Yahoo!

  • Blinkered pastiche of a clichĂ© - HardNews Magazine
  • Motherhood comes naturally, mothering doesn’t DAWN hENWOOD - TheChronicleHerald.ca
  • Gotta Love it (Boston Herald)
  • Probing Question: What are Shooting Stars? - PhysOrg.com
  • Survey Takes Closer Look at Fans of Verse - Washington Post
  • Entertainment Calendar for June 19 - June 28 - NRToday.com
  • Families battle over who owns 'Footprints' poem - Salt Lake Tribune
  • Fireman’s Roundup - Youngstown Vindicator
  • Welcome to The PROJECTS - Connect Savannah.com
  • Gluck Summer Camp for the Arts Taking Applications (UC Riverside)
  • Time is of the essence - Daytona Beach News-Journal
  • Environment group gains from concert proceeds - Upper Yarra Mail
  • Haunt the PHX in Style - Phoenix New Times
  • Lied Center Announces 2008-09 Season (Kansas City InfoZine)
  • Best bets for the week - Florida Times-Union
 

Mortgage Quote

Second Mortgage

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