English | Spanish | French | German | Portuguese| Italian

child poem

è venuto prenderlo dalla mano
nelle mattine nube-grige
facce belle e tragical
come livellare cade
tutti quei tesori che si trovano
sono il vento che esita
la nerezza
debole-è traversata la canzone
potrebbe conoscerla nella molla più in anticipo
ho vinto la corsa
ha incurvato l'inondazione
non posso ritenere sempre il suo greatness

 



Poetry news via Google, MSN, and Yahoo!

  • 2 choral groups plan spring concerts (The Toledo Blade)
  • Gadsden native keeps promise, returns home to live (The Gadsden Times)
  • In Tomorrow's Paper (EdmontonSun.com)
  • Dudes, you overstuffed the bong - Portsmouth Herald News
  • Tolworth author robbed of valuable manuscript (Wandsworth Guardian)
  • A & E Calendar - Times and Transcript
  • Album review: Glass/Cohen - Scotsman
  • June 7-10th Annual Harley Fest, Elkhorn, - Walworth County Week Newspaper
  • Benjamin Bratt instills a love of work into his kids - Celebrity Baby Blog
  • If we're comfortable in our non-belief, why bash believers? - Chicago Sun-Times
  • Bemis festival celebrates creativity in all forms this weekend (Southwest Iowa News)
  • Philadelphia play 'User 927,' based on AOL search logs, asks whether we are what we seek (Minneapolis-St. Paul Star Tribune)
  • Football's charity case - MSN Money UK
  • Ripped from the newspapers - The Phoenix
  • Helping Girls Navigate Sexualization in the Media - AlterNet
 

Get better Mortgage Rates today and save!

Florida Mortgage

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