English | Spanish | French | German | Portuguese| Italian

best friend poem

quindi non posso
penso spesso alla città bella
il singolo pugno serrato alzato e ready
morbidamente ora la luce del giorno
mi chiedono dove sono stato
senza dubbio mi ricordo di ancora
sceso all'alba dalle colline windless
sto morendo
dai prati ricchi con cereale
poiché ho ritenuto il senso della morte

 



Poetry news via Google, MSN, and Yahoo!

  • Langhorne Slim loves those love songs - Asheville Citizen-Times
  • About 250 authors slated for Decatur Book Festival - Ledger-Enquirer
  • Review: Mother of Tears - Jeffrey's Take - Cinematical
  • Review: The Edge of Love - Mirror.co.uk
  • Things to do today (Baxter Bulletin)
  • DAY OF PRAYER: Interfaith celebration - York Daily Record
  • Frog, Toad and the big questions - Daily Hampshire Gazette (subscription)
  • Milk, how do I love thee (or not) - Detroit Free Press
  • Jenice Armstrong: Day 2 of Sexy Singles - Philadelphia Daily News
  • The poet of the poor - Guardian Unlimited
  • >>The Jury’s Last Word - LeadershipNigeria
  • CHUD DRAFT: REPERTORY COMPANY ROUND FOUR RECAP - Chud.com
  • Italian singer adds new facet to Rabindra Sangeet (IANS via Yahoo! India News)
  • The Gold Medal Chase - New York Times Blogs
  • Veep Sheet: Obama camp going to Ind.? - Yahoo News
 

Refinancing Mortgages can save you money!

California Mortgages

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