English | Spanish | French | German | Portuguese| Italian

sympathy poem

rompiamo il vetro di cui vino sacred
dicami piů di meno o dicami di piů
dialo
il fratello, sono fuoco
in pieno delle rotture
č andato
tristemente parlando
senza dubbio mi ricordo di ancora
che cosa era esso i motori detti
la penso splendido giusto
la figlia, l'arte di thou viene morire

 



Poetry news via Google, MSN, and Yahoo!

  • Howard Live Calendar - Baltimore Sun
  • Petal High School forensics team on top of its game this year - Hattiesburg American
  • Missed opportunity - Chicago Sun-Times
  • PCVB Seeks More Health Care Conferences, Sporting Events - The Bulletin
  • Michael B. Casey, 76 (Baltimore Sun)
  • Arts Commission awards annual medals - WRAL
  • Six Degrees of Separation? - Bi-College News
  • CLOSE TO HOME: Cumberland County Highlights - Maine Sunday Telegram
  • Girls strike back at pop culture's beauty ideal (Minneapolis-St. Paul Star Tribune)
  • Speakers pay tribute to Ahmed Shameem - The Post
  • Saturday, June 28 - Advocate Weekly
  • Lummi, Chippewa artists in Friday Harbor for arts festival - Journal of the San Jaun Islands
  • Profile of a newsmaker: Griswold High senior receives award for ... - Norwich Bulletin
  • Artists to honour Tuwhare - Otago Daily Times
  • Anthology traces lines of contemporary poets from across the sea - Kansas City Star
 

Refinance Mortgage

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