English | Spanish | French | German | Portuguese| Italian

type of poetry

la mia madre lo ha insegnato che ogni notte
ad alcuno i dii grassi
chi ama la pioggia
notte mysterious
come le aquile sul high alto
poiché ho ritenuto il senso della morte
lo ho visto una volta prima
figlie di tempo
li ha fatti mai vedono un coccodrillo
un uccello ha cantato
sonno, fratello grigio della morte
sono andati i tre, quelle sorelle rare
scuro-eyed

 



Poetry news via Google, MSN, and Yahoo!

  • Song Submissions - Minnesota Public Radio
  • Death and Dying - Hartford Courant
  • Utopia/Dystopia: The Photographs of Geoffrey James at The National Gallery of Art in Canada (Art Daily)
  • In our own words - Malta Independent Online
  • Lesbos residents: 'they are stealing our identity!' - Radio Netherlands
  • (Un)Dressed for success - Haaretz.com
  • Douglas Library summer reading challenge - Isle of Man Today
  • Artus completes Marine boot camp - Press & Sun-Bulletin
  • Desperadoes Steelpan Great Frank "Crawl" Findley Passes - PanOnTheNet.com
  • The Art of James Salter (Aspen Daily News)
  • How About Five Year Renewable Copyrights With A Use-It-Or-Lose-It ... - Tech Dirt
  • Police seek information on teen's actions before fatal crash - Post-Star
  • South Africa: Ekurhuleni to Raise Awareness On Environmental Issues - AllAfrica.com
  • Students Learn Art Of Debate (KPRC Local 2 Houston)
  • V for Vendetta Blu-Ray Review - 411mania.com
 

Is Refinancing right for you?

Second Mortgages

November 2007 Mortgage News

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