English | Spanish | French | German | Portuguese| Italian

sad death poem

il prato stava strisciando
lucida l'ultima età, il seguente con speranza è visto
uomo freddo severo
ora mentre i miei labbri stanno vivendo
è aumentato e l'ambra era il tramonto sul fiume
conosco che cosa state andando dire
fiore bianco della gomma piuma, fiore rosso della fiamma

 



Poetry news via Google, MSN, and Yahoo!

  • Song of passion for the Gael - Independent
  • Teachers take classroom funding needs online - Murfreesboro Post
  • Bloody good show - The Times
  • Tackling child labour in Zambia - Times of Zambia
  • Kids with nothing to do? - Arkansas Times
  • Minister for promoting Punjabi culture - The Post
  • Ooooh, aaaah, Opels - Tacoma News Tribune
  • Carl Nielsen: Complete Piano Music - Musical Criticism
  • First novel shortlisted for top book award - Scoop.co.nz (press release)
  • Will Quinlan, HGWT, Matt Butcher pack New World - Creative Loafing Tampa
  • Late flourish from Colwall poet - Ledbury Reporter
  • Award-winning writer takes up role as city's new Makar - Scotsman
  • Summer in the City: Out-of-this-world, yet down-to-Earth art - News 8 Austin
  • Reno celebration marks belated end of slavery - Carson Times
  • Eppie's tri-ku: Poetry in motion (The Sacramento Bee)
 

Mortgage Quotes

Florida 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